Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Ho, Everyone That Thirsteth - Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

Ho, everyone that thirsteth
And hath the price to give,
Come to the stolen waters,
Drink and your soul shall live.

Come to the stolen waters,
And leap the guarded pale,
And pull the flower in season
Before desire shall fail.

It shall not last for ever,
No more than earth and skies;
But he that drinks in season
Shall live before he dies.

June suns, you cannot store them
To warm the winter's cold,
The lad that hopes for heaven
Shall fill his mouth with mold.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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