A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
VIII. Farewell to barn and stack and tree
‘F
Farewell to Severn shore.
Terence, look your last at me,
For I come home no more.
By now the blood is dried;
And Maurice amongst the hay lies still
And my knife is in his side.
’Tis time the field were mown.
She had two sons at rising day,
To-night she ’ll be alone.
And oh, man, here ’s good-bye;
We ’ll sweat no more on scythe and rake,
My bloody hands and I.
And a love to keep you clean,
And I wish you luck, come Lammastide,
At racing on the green.
And long will wait the fold,
And long will stand the empty plate,
And dinner will be cold.’