A Shropshire Lad

by Alfred Edward Housman

A
Shropshire Lad

By
A. E. Housman

 

John Lane Company
The Bodley Head, New York
MCMVI

Contents

No.		Page
I.	From Clee to heaven the beacon burns	1
II.	Loveliest of trees, the cherry now	3
III.	Leave your home behind, lad	4
IV.	Wake: the silver dusk returning	6
V.	Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers	8
VI.	When the lad for longing sighs	10
VII.	When smoke stood up from Ludlow	11
VIII.	Farewell to barn and stack and tree	13
IX.	On moonlit heath and lonesome bank	14
X.	The Sun at noon to higher air	17
XI.	On your midnight pallet lying	18
XII.	When I watch the living meet	19
XIII.	When I was one-and-twenty	20
XIV.	There pass the careless people	21
XV.	Look not in my eyes, for fear	23
XVI.	It nods and curtseys and recovers	24
XVII.	Twice a week the winter thorough	24
XVIII.	Oh, when I was in love with you	25
XIX.	The time you won your town the race	26
XX.	Oh fair enough are sky and plain	28
XXI.	In summertime on Bredon	29
XXII.	The street sounds to the soldiers' tread	32
XXIII.	The lads in their hundreds	33
XXIV.	Say, lad, have you things to do	35
XXV.	This time of year a twelvemonth past	36
XXVI.	Along the field as we came by	37
XXVII.	Is my team ploughing	38
XXVIII.	High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam	40
XXIX.	'T is spring; come out to ramble	43
XXX.	Others, I am not the first	44
XXXI.	On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble	45
XXXII.	From far, from eve and morning	47
XXXIII.	If truth in hearts that perish	48
XXXIV.	Oh, sick I am to see you	49
XXXV.	On the idle hill of summer	51
XXXVI.	White in the moon the long road lies	52
XXXVII.	As through the wild green hills of Wyre	53
XXXVIII.	The winds out of the west land blow	55
XXXIX.	'T is time, I think, by Wenlock town	56
XL.	Into my heart an air that kills	57
XLI.	In my own shire, if I was sad	58
XLII.	Once in the wind of morning	60
XLIII.	When I meet the morning beam	64
XLIV.	Shot? so quick, so clean an ending	67
XLV.	If it chance your eye offend you	69
XLVI.	Bring, in this timeless grave to throw	69
XLVII.	Here the hangman stops his cart	71
XLVIII.	Be still, my soul, be still	73
XLIX.	Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly	75
L.	In valleys of springs of rivers	76
LI.	Loitering with a vacant eye	78
LII.	Far in a western brookland	79
LIII.	The lad came to the door at night	80
LIV.	With rue my heart is laden	83
LV.	Westward on the high-hilled plains	83
LVI.	Far I hear the bugle blow	85
LVII.	You smile upon your friend to-day	86
LVIII.	When I came last to Ludlow	87
LIX.	The star-filled seas are smooth to-night	87
LX.	Now hollow fires burn out to black	88
LXI.	The vane on Hughley steeple	89
LXII.	Terence, this is stupid stuff	91
LXIII.	I hoed and trenched and weeded	95