Love poems
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It Nods and Curtseys and Recovers
© Alfred Edward Housman
It nods and curtseys and recovers
When the wind blows above,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged themselves for love.
On Your Midnight Pallet Lying
© Alfred Edward Housman
On your midnight pallet lying,
Listen, and undo the door:
Lads that waste the light in sighing
In the dark should sigh no more;
Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers
© Alfred Edward Housman
Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers
Are lying in field and lane,
With dandelions to tell the hours
That never are told again.
March
© Alfred Edward Housman
The Sun at noon to higher air,
Unharnessing the silver Pair
That late before his chariot swam,
Rides on the gold wool of the Ram.
When the Lad for Longing Sighs
© Alfred Edward Housman
When the lad for longing sighs,
Mute and dull of cheer and pale,
If at death's own door he lies,
Maiden, you can heal his ail.
When I Watch the Living Meet
© Alfred Edward Housman
When I watch the living meet
And the moving pageant file
Warm and breathing through the street
Where I lodge a little while,
Hughley Steeple
© Alfred Edward Housman
LXIThe vane on Hughley steeple
Veers bright, a far-known sign,
And there lie Hughley people,
And there lie friends of mine.
Along the field as we came by
© Alfred Edward Housman
ALONG the field as we came by
A year ago, my love and I,
The aspen over stile and stone
Was talking to itself alone.
White in the Moon the Long Road Lies
© Alfred Edward Housman
White in the moon the long road lies,
The moon stands blank above;
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree
© Alfred Edward Housman
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
Farewell to Severn shore.
Terence, look your last at me,
For I come home no more.
If Truth in Hearts That Perish
© Alfred Edward Housman
If truth in hearts that perish
Could move the powers on high,
I think the love I bear you
Should make you not to die.
Diffugere Nives (Horace, Odes 4.7)
© Alfred Edward Housman
The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws
And grasses in the mead renew their birth,
The river to the river-bed withdraws,
And altered is the fashion of the earth.
The Carpenter's Son
© Alfred Edward Housman
"Here the hangman stops his cart:
Now the best of friends must part.
Fare you well, for ill fare I:
Live, lads, and I will die.
Bredon Hill
© Alfred Edward Housman
In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
Look not in my eyes, for fear
© Alfred Edward Housman
Look not in my eyes, for fear
Thy mirror true the sight I see,
And there you find your face too clear
And love it and be lost like me.
The True Lover
© Alfred Edward Housman
The lad came to the door at night,
When lovers crown their vows,
And whistled soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
Could Man Be Drunk Forever
© Alfred Edward Housman
Could man be drunk for ever
With liquor, love, or fights,
Lief should I rouse at morning
And lief lie down of nights.
Oh, when I was in love with you
© Alfred Edward Housman
Oh, when I was in love with you,
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day
© Alfred Edward Housman
You smile upon your friend to-day,
To-day his ills are over;
You hearken to the lover's say,
And happy is the lover.
Fragment of a Greek Tragedy
© Alfred Edward Housman
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots
Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom
Whence by what way how purposed art thou come
To this well-nightingaled vicinity?
