Alfred Edward Housman was born in a village in rural Shropshire， England in 1859. As a student at Oxford， he distinguished himself as a promising scho...
Speech after long silence； it is right，All other lovers being estranged or dead，Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade，The curtains drawn upon unfri...
This great purple butterfly，In the prison of my hands，Has a learning in his eyeNot a poor fool understands.Once he lived a schoolmasterWith a stark， d...
From fairest creatures we desire increase，That thereby beauty's rose might never die，But as the riper should by time decease，His tender heir might...
Upon Westminster BridgeEarth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so thouching in its majesty:This Cit...
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose woods these are I think I know,His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch h...
（Halted around the fire by night， after moon-set， they sing this beneath the trees.）What light of unremembered skiesHast thou relumed within our eyes，...
Here in the dark， O heart；Alone with the enduring Earth， and Night，And Silence， and the warm strange smell of clover；Clear-visioned， though it break y...
Tenderly， day that I have loved， I close your eyes，And smooth your quiet brow， and fold your thin dead hands.The grey veils of the half-light deepen； ...
They sleep within. . . .I cower to the earth， I waking， I only.High and cold thou dreamest， O queen， high-dreaming and lonely.We have slept too long， ...