Alfred Edward Housman
Poems of Alfred Edward Housman
|61.||The Nonsense Verse||1/28/2014|
|62.||The rainy Pleiads wester||1/3/2003|
|64.||The Stinging Nettle||1/3/2003|
|65.||The Street Sounds to the Soldiers' Tread||1/3/2003|
|66.||The True Lover||1/3/2003|
|67.||The Welsh Marches||1/3/2003|
|68.||The Winds Out of the West Land Blow||1/3/2003|
|69.||There Pass the Careless People||1/3/2003|
|70.||Think No More, Lad||1/3/2003|
|71.||This Time of Year a Twelvemonth Past||1/3/2003|
|72.||Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town||1/3/2003|
|73.||To an Athlete Dying Young||1/3/2003|
|74.||Twice a Week the Winter Thorough||1/3/2003|
|76.||Wake Not for the World-Heard Thunder||1/3/2003|
|77.||Westward on the High-Hilled Plains||1/3/2003|
|78.||When I Came Last to Ludlow||1/3/2003|
|79.||When I Was One-and-Twenty||1/3/2003|
|80.||When I Watch the Living Meet||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.