When the Eye of Day is Shut

It has been some time since I have returned to A. E. Housman but this poem, from the collection ‘Last Poems’, came back to me again.

When the Eye of Day is Shut 

When the eye of day is shut,bloghousman
And the stars deny their beams,
And about the forest hut
Blows the roaring wood of dreams,

From deep clay, from desert rock,
From the sunk sands of the main,
Come not at my door to knock,
Hearts that loved me not again.

Sleep, be still, turn to your rest
In the lands where you are laid;
In far lodgings east and west
Lie down on the beds you made.

In gross marl, in blowing dust,
In the drowned ooze of the sea,
Where you would not, lie you must,
Lie you must, and not with me.

A.E. Housman

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