Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

Additional Poems. 22. R.L.S.

Home is the sailor, home from sea:
        Her far-borne canvas furled
The ship pours shining on the quay
        The plunder of the world.

Home is the hunter from the hill:
        Fast in the boundless snare
All flesh lies taken at his will
        And every fowl of air.

’Tis evening on the moorland free,
        The starlit wave is still:
Home is the sailor from the sea,
        The hunter from the hill.

1. Last Poems. 21. The Fairies Break Their Dances
2. Additional Poems. 16. Some Can Gaze and not Be Sick
3. More Poems. 18. Delight it Is in Youth and May
4. Last Poems. 13. The Deserter
5. Last Poems. 16. Spring Morning

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