I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save They braced their belts about them, They crossed in ships the sea, They sought and found six feet of ground, And there they died for me.

There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.

Good religious poetry... is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.

We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.

Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.

Good night; ensured release, Imperishable peace, Have these for yours. * While sky and sea and land And earth's foundations stand And heaven endures. *These three lines are on the tablet over Housman's grave in the parish church at Ludlow, Shropshire, England

Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.