Alfred Edward Housman

More Poems. 8. Give Me a Land of Boughs in Leaf

Give me a land of boughs in leaf,
        A land of trees that stand;
Where trees are fallen, there is grief;
        I love no leafless land.


Alas, the country whence I fare,
        It is where would stay;
And where I would not, it is there
        That I shall be for aye.


And one remembers, and one forgets,
        But ’tis not found again,
Not though they hale in crimsoned nets
        The sunset from the main.