Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен) (Alfred Edward Housman)

More Poems. 33. On Forelands High in Heaven

On forelands high in heaven,
        ’Tis many a year gone by,
Amidst the fall of even
        Would stand my friends and I.
Before our foolish faces
        Lay lands we did not see;
Our eyes were in the places
        Where we should never be.

„Oh, the pearl seas are yonder,
        The gold and amber shore;
Shires where the girls are fonder,
        Towns where the pots hold more.
And here fret we and moulder
        By grange and rick and shed
And every moon are older,
        And soon we shall be dead.”

Heigho, ’twas true and pity;
        But there we lads must stay.
Troy was a steepled city,
        But Troy was far away.
And home we turned lamenting
        To plains we longed to leave,
And silent hills indenting
        The orange band of eve.

I see the air benighted
        And all the dusking dales,
And lamps in England lighted,
        And evening wrecked on Wales.
And starry darkness paces
        The road from sea to sea,
And blots the foolish faces
        Of my poor friends and me.

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