A. E. Housman



A Shropshire Lad

The Isle of Portland




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A. E. Housman (1859-1936)

A Shropshire Lad

The Isle of Portland



The star-filled seas are smooth to-night
From France to England strown;
Black towers above the Portland light
The felon-quarried stone.

On yonder island, not to rise,
Never to stir forth free,
Far from his folk a dead lad lies
That once was friends with me.

Lie you easy, dream you light,
And sleep you fast for aye;
And luckier may you find the night
Than ever you found the day.





When I came last to Ludlow


Now hollow fires burn out to black