Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

More Poems. 39. My Dreams Are of a Field Afar

My dreams are of a field afar
        And blood and smoke and shot.
There in their graves my comrades are,
        In my grave I am not.

I too was taught the trade of man
        And spelt the lesson plain;
But they, when I forgot and ran,
        Remembered and remain.

1. More Poems. 11. The Rainy Pleiads Wester
2. A Shropshire Lad. 17. Twice a Week the Winter Thorough
3. Last Poems. 16. Spring Morning
4. More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even
5. Last Poems. 22. The Sloe Was Lost in Flower

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