Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

A Shropshire Lad. 49. Think No More, Lad

Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly:
Why should men make haste to die?
Empty heads and tongues a-talking
Make the rough road easy walking,
And the feather pate of folly
Bears the falling sky.

Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking
Spins the heavy world around.
If young hearts were not so clever,
Oh, they would be young for ever:
Think no more; 'tis only thinking
Lays lads underground. 

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

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