A E Housman

A Shropshire Lad A E Housman

From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have seen it plain, From north and south the sign returnsAnd beacons burn again. Look left, look right, the hills are bright, The dales are light between, Because 'tis fifty years to-nightThat God has saved the Queen. Now, when the flame they watch not towers About the soil they trod, Lads, we'll remember friends of ours Who shared the work with God. To skies that knit their heartstrings right, To fields that bred them brave, The saviours come not home to-night: Themselves they could not save. It dawns in Asia, tombstones show And Shropshire names are read; And the Nile spills his overflow Beside the Severn's