Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

More Poems. 19. The Mill-Stream, Now that Noises Cease

The mill-stream, now that noises cease,
Is all that does not hold its peace;
Under the bridge it murmurs by,
And here are night and hell and I.

Who made the world I cannot tell:
’Tis made, and here I am in hell.
My hand, though now my knuckles bleed,
I never soiled with such a deed.

And so, no doubt, in time gone by
Some have suffered more than I,
Who only spend the night alone
And strike my fist upon the stone.

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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