In all the endless road you tread There's nothing but the night.
A.E. Housman (1859 - 1936)
Source: A Shropshire Lad, 1896, no. 60
Contributed by: Zaady
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge, Gold that I never see.
Source: A Shropshire Lad, 1896, no. 39, st. 3
The bells they sound on Bredon, And still the steeples hum. "Come all to church, good people"- Oh, noisy bells, be dumb; I hear you, I will come.
Source: A Shropshire Lad, 1896, no. 21, st. 7
But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame's to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I'll be there.
When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, "The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; 'Tis Paid with sighs aplenty And sold for endless rue. And I am two-and-twenty, And Oh, 'tis true, 'tis true."
Source: A Shropshire Lad, 1896, no. 13, st. 2
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
Source: Last Poems, 1922, I5 (Eight O'Clock), st. 2
What God abandoned, these defended.
Source: Last Poems, 1922, 37, st. 2
But men at whiles are sober And think by fits and starts. And if they think, they fasten Their hands upon their hearts
Source: Last Poems, 1922, 10, st. 2
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
Source: A Shropshire Lad, 1896, no. 52, st. 4
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By Pools I used to know.
Source: A Shropshire Lad, 1896, no. 52, st. I
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