Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

More Poems. 6. I to My Perils

I to my perils
        Of cheat and charmer
        Came clad in armour
By stars benign.
Hope lies to mortals
        And most believe her,
        But man’s deceiver
Was never mine.

The thoughts of others
        Were light and fleeting,
        Of lovers’ meeting
Or luck or fame.
Mine were of trouble,
        And mine were steady,
        So I was ready
When trouble came.

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

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