Alfred Edward Housman

More Poems. 38. By Shores and Woods and Steeples

By shores and woods and steeples
        Rejoicing hearts receive
Poured on a hundred peoples
        The far-shed alms of eve.

Her hands are filled with slumber
        For world-wide labourers worn;
Yet those are more in number
        That know her not from morn.

Now who sees night for ever,
        He sees no happier sight:
Night and no moon and never
        A star upon the night.