Last Poems (Housman)/We'll to the woods no more
We'll to the woods no more,The laurels all are cut,The bowers are bare of bayThat once the Muses wore;The year draws in the dayAnd soon will evening shut:The laurels all are cut,We'll to the woods no more.Oh we'll no more, no moreTo the leafy woods away,To the high wild woods of laurelAnd the bowers of bay no more.