Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

More Poems. 37. I Did Not Lose My Heart in Summer’s Even

I did not lose my heart in summer’s even,
        When roses to the moonrise burst apart:
When plumes were under heel and lead was flying,
        In blood and smoke and flame I lost my heart.

I lost it to a soldier and a foeman,
        A chap that did not kill me, but he tried;
That took the sabre straight and took it striking
        And laughed and kissed his hand to me and died.

1. A Shropshire Lad. 56. The Day of Battle
2. More Poems. 33. On Forelands High in Heaven
3. More Poems. 21. The World Goes None the Lamer
4. More Poems. 17. Bells in Tower at Evening Toll
5. Last Poems. 39. When Summer’s End Is Nighing

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