Housman

One of my favorite poems by A. E. Housman (1859-1936). From the collection A Shropshire Lad, published in 1896. Here’s another Housman:

Poem XXXII

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

Two and twenty

When I was one-and-twenty        I heard a wise man say, “Give crowns and pounds and guineas        But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies        But keep your fancy free.” But I was one-and-twenty,        No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty        I heard him say again,

Good morning London

My pace finally got to me.  I slept a full eight hours (much needed, after the hurry of the last two days), and decided to skip morning Eucharist.  So at 9 a.m., I just now headed down to breakfast.  Today is a tourist day, with an alum or two to visit later.  Details shall follow