English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast

The night is freezing fast,
        To-morrow comes December;
                And winterfalls of old
Are with me from the past;
        And chiefly I remember
                How Dick would hate the cold.

Fall, winter, fall; for he,
        Prompt hand and headpiece clever,
                Has woven a winter robe,
And made of earth and sea
        His overcoat for ever,
                And wears the turning globe.

Alfred Edward Housman’s other poems:

1. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
2. Last Poems. 19. In Midnights of November
3. More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even
4. Last Poems. 14. The Culprit
5. Last Poems. 4. Illic Jacet

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