Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

More Poems. 21. The World Goes None the Lamer

The world goes none the lamer,
        For ought that I can see,
Because this cursed trouble
        Has struck my days and me.

The stars of heaven are steady,
        The founded hills remain,
Though I to earth and darkness
        Return in blood and pain.

Farewell to all belongings
        I won or bought or stole;
Farewell, my lusty carcase,
        Farewell, my aery soul.

Oh worse remains for others
        And worse to fear had I
Than so at four-and-twenty
        To lay me down and die.

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