Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

More Poems. 19. The Mill-Stream, Now that Noises Cease

The mill-stream, now that noises cease,
Is all that does not hold its peace;
Under the bridge it murmurs by,
And here are night and hell and I.

Who made the world I cannot tell:
’Tis made, and here I am in hell.
My hand, though now my knuckles bleed,
I never soiled with such a deed.

And so, no doubt, in time gone by
Some have suffered more than I,
Who only spend the night alone
And strike my fist upon the stone.

1. More Poems. 25. Yon Flakes that Fret the Eastern Sky
2. More Poems. 11. The Rainy Pleiads Wester
3. Additional Poems. 4. It Is No Gift I Tender
4. Additional Poems. 1. Atys
5. More Poems. 17. Bells in Tower at Evening Toll

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