Could man be drunk for ever
With liquor, love, or fights,
Lief should I rouse at morning
And lief lie down of nights.
But men at whiles are sober
And think by fits and starts,
And if they think, they fasten
Their hands upon their hearts.
More verses by Alfred Edward Housman
- With Rue My Heart Is Laden
- Eight O'Clock
- Into My Heart An Air That Kills
- From Far, From Eve And Morning
- Is My Team Ploughing