Back To The Border

The tremulous morning is breaking

Against the white waste of the sky,

And hundreds of birds are awaking

In tamarisk bushes hard by.

I, waiting alone in the station,

Can hear in the distance, grey-blue,

The sound of that iron desolation,

The train that will bear me from you.

‘T will carry me under your casement,

You’ll feel in your dreams as you lie

The quiver, from gable to basement,

The rush of my train sweeping by.

And I shall look out as I pass it,–

Your dear, unforgettable door,

‘T was _ours_ till last night, but alas! it

Will never be mine any more.

Through twilight blue-grey and uncertain,

Where frost leaves the window-pane free,

I’ll look at the tinsel-edged curtain

That hid so much pleasure for me.

I go to my long undone duty

Alone in the chill and the gloom,

My eyes are still full of the beauty

I leave in your rose-scented room.

Lie still in your dreams; for your tresses

Are free of my lingering kiss.

I keep you awake with caresses

No longer; be happy in this!

From passion you told me you hated

You’re now and for ever set free,

I pass in my train, sorrow-weighted,

Your house that was Heaven to me.

You won’t find a trace, when you waken,

Of me or my love of the past,

Rise up and rejoice! I have taken

My longed-for departure at last.

My fervent and useless persistence

You never need suffer again,

Nor even perceive in the distance

The smoke of my vanishing train!

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Poems in English 

• On Your Midnight Pallet Lying poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• On Your Midnight Pallet Lying poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• On Wenlock Edge The Wood’s In Trouble poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• On Wenlock Edge The Wood’s In Trouble poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• On the Idle Hill of Summer poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• Oh Who Is That Young Sinner poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• Oh, when I was in love with you poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• Oh Stay At Home, My Lad poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• Oh Stay At Home, My Lad poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• Oh, see how thick the goldcup flowers poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• Oh fair enough are sky and plain poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• Oh fair enough are sky and plain poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• O Why Do You Walk poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• Now Hollow Fires Burn Out to Black poem – Alfred Edward Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• Now Hollow Fires Burn Out to Black poem – Alfred Edward Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• March poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman
• March poem – A. E. Housman by Alfred Edward Houseman

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