And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
A. E. Housman
Lad
Clay lies still, but
Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover;
Breath’s aware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey’s over then there’ll be time enough to sleep.
A. E. Housman
Because I liked you
Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say, It irked you, and I promised I’d throw the thought away. To put the world between us We parted stiff and dry: ‘Farewell,’ said you, ‘forget me.’ ‘Fare well, I will,’ said I. If e’er, where clover whitens The dead man’s knoll, you pass, And no tall flower to meet you Starts in the trefoiled grass, Halt by the headstone shading The heart you have not stirred, And say the lad that loved you Was one that kept his word.
A. E. Housman
June suns, you cannot
June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
A. E. Housman
Into my hear an
Into my hear an air that kills through yon far country blows what are those blue remembered hills what spires,what farms are those? that is the land of lost content I can see it shining plain the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
A. E. Housman
When the journey’s over/There’ll
When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
A. E. Housman
With rue my heart
With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
A. E. Housman
Shoulder the sky, my
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
A. E. Housman
Luck’s a chance, but
Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
A. E. Housman
That is the land
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
A. E. Housman