by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936)
Like mine, the veins of these that...
Language: English
Like mine, the veins of these that slumber Leapt once with dancing fires divine; The blood of all this noteless number Ran red like mine. How still, with every pulse in station, Frost in the founts that used to leap, The put to death, the perished nation, How sound they sleep! These too, these veins which life convulses, Wait but a while, shall cease to bound; I with the ice in all my pulses Shall sleep as sound.
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- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in More Poems, no. 20, first published 1936 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by John Ramsden Williamson (1929 - 2015), "Like mine, the veins of these that slumber" [baritone and piano] [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-12-13
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Word count: 78