Alfred Edward Housman


More Poems. 22. Ho, Everyone that Tthirsteth


Ho, everyone that thirsteth
  And hath the price to give,
Come to the stolen waters,
  Drink and your soul shall live.
 
Come to the stolen waters,
  And leap the guarded pale,
And pull the flower in season
  Before desire shall fail.
 
It shall not last for ever,
  No more than earth and skies;
But he that drinks in season
  Shall live before he dies.
 
June suns, you cannot store them
  To warm the winter's cold,
The lad that hopes for heaven
  Shall fill his mouth with mould.






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