The winds out of the west land blow
A. E. Housman * Track #38 On A Shropshire Lad
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- #5Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
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When smoke stood up from LudlowA. E. Housman
- #8Farewell to barn and stack and tree
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- #9On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
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- #10March
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- #11On your midnight pallet lying
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- #12When I watch the living meet
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- #13When I Was One-and-Twenty
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- #14There pass the careless people
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- #15Look not in my eyes, for fear
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- #16It nods and curtseys and recovers
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- #17Twice a week the winter thorough
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- #18Oh, when I was in love with you
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- #19To An Athlete Dying Young
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Oh fair enough are sky and plainA. E. Housman
- #21Bredon Hill
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- #22The street sounds to the soldiers’ tread
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- #23The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair
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- #24Say, lad, have you things to do
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- #25This time of year a twelvemonth past
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- #26Along the fields as we came by
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- #27Is My Team Ploughing
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- #28The Welsh Marches
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- #29The Lent Lily
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- #30Others, I am not the first
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- #31On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble
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- #32From far, from eve and morning
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- #33If truth in hearts that perish
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- #34The New Mistress
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- #35On the idle hill of summer
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White in the moon the long road liesA. E. Housman
- #37As through the wild green hills of Wyre
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- #38The winds out of the west land blow
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- #39Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
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- #40Into my heart an air that kills
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- #41In my own shire, if I was sad
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The Merry GuideA. E. Housman
- #43The Immortal Part
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- #44Shot? so quick, so clean an ending?
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- #45If it chance your eye offend you
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- #46Bring, in this timeless grave to throw
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- #47The Carpenter’s Son
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- #48Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle
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- #49Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly
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- #50Clunton and Clunbury
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Loitering with a vacant eyeA. E. Housman
- #52Far in a western brookland
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- #53The True Lover
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- #54With rue my heart is laden
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- #55Westward on the high-hilled plains
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- #56The Day Of Battle
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- #57You smile upon your friend to-day
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- #58When I came last to Ludlow
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- #59The Isle Of Portland
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- #60Now hollow fires burn out to black
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- #61Hughley Steeple
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- #62“Terence, this is stupid stuff”
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- #63I Hoed and trenched and weeded
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The winds out of the west land blow by A. E. Housman
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The poet sees in the wind an enveloping reality that has entered into the hearts of the boys back home, caressed them even, and carried their words and names out. The moving air somehow connects us by a distant but universal touch and hearing.
The poet, distant from his western home, is like the wi...
The winds out of the west land blow Annotated
XXXVIII
The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have breathed them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
It fanned their temples, filled their lungs,
Scattered their forelocks free;
My friends made words of it with tongues
That talk no more to me.
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow soundless by,
My fellows' and my own.
Oh lads, at home I heard you plain,
But here your speech is still,
And down the sighing wind in vain
You hollo from the hill.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the friendless world we fare
And sigh upon the road.