“They say my verse is sad: no wonder.
Its narrow measure spans
Rue for eternity, and sorrow
Not mine, but man's.

This is for all ill-treated fellows
Unborn and unbegot,
For them to read when they're in trouble
And I am not.”

— A.E. Housman

Foreword.
More Poems http://www.kalliope.org/vaerktoc.pl?vid=housman/1936 (1936)

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English classical scholar and poet 1859–1936

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