From Far, From Eve And Morning Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

From Far, From Eve And Morning

Rating: 2.7


From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.

Now-- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart--
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.

Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Geoffrey Plowden 16 February 2016

Thanks for the offer. Before you go, please give me your opinion on a couple of ideas of mine, one about Ovid and one about Manilius. Geoffrey Plowden

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Nick Pope 26 December 2014

Sublime poem, soundtrack an utter travesty! Seeing the photgraph, I had hoped for a vintage recording, perhaps even of the poet himself. Instead, we hear a female Stephen Hawking. Poetry: that which is lost in computerisation.

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Bryan Baker 04 November 2013

And our little life is rounded with a sleep.

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