A E Housman

A Shropshire Lad A E Housman

Book Excerpt: ...sight I see, And there you find your face too clearAnd love it and be lost like me. One the long nights through must lieSpent in star-defeated sighs, But why should you as well as IPerish? gaze not in my eyes. A Grecian lad, as I hear tell, One that many loved in vain, Looked into a forest wellAnd never looked away again. There, when the turf in springtime flowers, With downward eye and gazes sad, Stands amid the glancing showersA jonquil, not a Grecian lad. XVIIt nods and curtseys and recoversWhen the wind blows above, The nettle on the graves of loversThat hanged themselves for love. The nettle nods, the wind blows over, The man, he does not move, The lover of the grave, the loverThat hanged himself for love. XVIITwice a week the winter thoroughHere stood I to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrowFor the young man's