English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. Last Poems. 29. Wake Not for the World-Heard Thunder. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

Last Poems. 29. Wake Not for the World-Heard Thunder

Wake not for the world-heard thunder
        Not the chime that earthquakes toll.
Star may plot in heaven with planet,
Lightning rive the rock of granite,
Tempest tread the oakwood under:
        Fear you not for flesh nor soul.
Marching, fighting, victory past,
Stretch your limbs in peace at last.

Stir not for the soldiers drilling
        Nor the fever nothing cures:
Throb of drum and timbal’s rattle
Call but man alive to battle,
And the fife with death-notes filling
        Screams for blood but not for yours.
Times enough you bled your best;
Sleep on now, and take your rest.

Sleep, my lad; the French are landed,
        London’s burning, Windsor’s down;
Clasp your cloak of earth about you,
We must man the ditch without you,
March unled and fight short-handed,
        Charge to fall and swim to drown.
Duty, friendship, bravery o’er,
Sleep away, lad; wake no more.

Alfred Edward Housman’s other poems:

1. Last Poems. 19. In Midnights of November
2. More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even
3. Last Poems. 14. The Culprit
4. Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast
5. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses

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