Westward On The High-hilled Plains

Alfred Edward Housman

Westward on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.

Now that other lads than I
Strip to bathe on Severn shore,
They, no help, for all they try,
Tread the mill I trod before.

There, when hueless is the west
And the darkness hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the troubled dream beside.

There, on thoughts that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.

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• Alfred Edward Housman : When The Lad For Longing Sighs
• Alfred Edward Housman : White In The Moon The Long Road Lies
• Alfred Edward Housman : With Rue My Heart Is Laden
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• Alfred Edward Housman : Think No More, Lad; Laugh, Be Jolly
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• Alfred Edward Housman : The Winds Out Of The West Land Blow
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