Alfred Edward Housman
Poems of Alfred Edward Housman
|2.||Along The Field as We Came By||12/31/2002|
|3.||As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre||1/3/2003|
|4.||Be Still, My Soul, Be Still||1/3/2003|
|6.||Bring, In This Timeless Grave to Throw||1/3/2003|
|7.||Could Man Be Drunk Forever||1/3/2003|
|10.||Epitaph On An Army of Mercenaries||1/3/2003|
|11.||Far In a Western Brookland||1/3/2003|
|12.||Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree||1/3/2003|
|13.||Fragment of a Greek Tragedy||12/31/2002|
|14.||From Far, From Eve and Morning||1/3/2003|
|15.||Here Dead We Lie||12/24/2003|
|16.||Ho, everyone that thirsteth||1/3/2003|
|18.||I Hoed and Trenched and Weeded||1/3/2003|
|19.||If By Chance Your Eye Offend You||1/3/2003|
|20.||If Truth in Hearts That Perish||1/3/2003|
The New Mistress
"Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be?
You may be good for something, but you are not good for me.
Oh, go where you are wanted, for you are not wanted here.
And that was all the farewell when I parted from my dear.
"I will go where I am wanted, to a lady born and bred
Who will dress me free for nothing in a uniform of red;
She will not be sick to see me if I only keep it clean:
I will go where I am wanted for a soldier of the Queen.