A.E. Housman

How clear, how lovely bright,

— A.E. Housman

Now hollow fires burn out to black,

— A.E. Housman

Into my heart an air that kills

— A.E. Housman

You smile upon your friend to-day,

— A.E. Housman

Oh many a peer of England brews

— A.E. Housman

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose,

— A.E. Housman