Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

When I Came Last To Ludlow - Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

When I came last to Ludlow
Amidst the moonlight pale,
Two friends kept step beside me,
Two honest friends and hale.

Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,
And Ned lies long in jail,
And I come home to Ludlow
Amidst the moonlight pale.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 17, 2011

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