Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))
More Poems. 43. I Wake from Dreams and Turning
I wake from dreams and turning
My vision on the height
I scan the beacons burning
About the fields of night.
Each in its steadfast station
Inflaming heaven they flare;
They sign with conflagration
The empty moors of air.
The signal-fires of warning
They blaze, but none regard;
And on through night to morning
The world runs ruinward.
Alfred Edward Housman’s other poems:
- Last Poems. 19. In Midnights of November
- Last Poems. 14. The Culprit
- Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast
- Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
- More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even
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