Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

More Poems. 35. Half-Way, for One Commandment Broken

Half-way, for one commandment broken,
        The woman made her endless halt,
And she today, a glistenng token,
        Stands in the wilderness of salt.
Behind, the vats of judgment brewing
        Thundered, and thick the brimstone snowed:
He to the hill of his undoing
        Pursued his road.

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