Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

A Shropshire Lad. 8. Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree

‘FAREWELL to barn and stack and tree,
  Farewell to Severn shore.
Terence, look your last at me,
  For I come home no more.
 
‘The sun burns on the half-mown hill,
  By now the blood is dried;
And Maurice amongst the hay lies still
  And my knife is in his side.
 
‘My mother thinks us long away;
  ’Tis time the field were mown.
She had two sons at rising day,
  To-night she ’ll be alone.
 
‘And here ’s a bloody hand to shake,
  And oh, man, here ’s good-bye;
We ’ll sweat no more on scythe and rake,
  My bloody hands and I.
 
‘I wish you strength to bring you pride,
  And a love to keep you clean,
And I wish you luck, come Lammastide,
  At racing on the green.
 
‘Long for me the rick will wait,
  And long will wait the fold,
And long will stand the empty plate,
  And dinner will be cold.’

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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