Welcome back to the Daily Poem here in the Close Reeds Podcast Network.

I'm David Kern.

Today's poem is by A.E. Hausman Alfred Edward Hausman.

He lived from 1859 to 1936 and was an English poet.

He was also a scholar of the classics and is best known for a cycle of poems

entitled A Shropshire Lad. As a classicist, he was known for his teaching, but also for his

editions, his translations of writers like Juvenal and Lucan, which are, according to Wikipedia,

is still considered authoritative. The poem that I'm going to read today is called When

Summer's End is Nying. It goes like this. When Summer's End is Ning and skies at evening cloud,

I mused on change and fortune,

and all the feats I vowed when I was young and proud.

The weathercock at sunset would lose the slanted ray,

and I would climb the beacon that looked to the whales away and saw the last of day.

From hill and cloud and heaven,

the hues of evening died. Night welled through lane and hollow and hushed the countryside,

but I had youth and pride. And I, with earth and nightfall in converse high would stand,

late till the west was ashen and darkness hard at hand,

and the eye lost the land.

The year might age, and cloudy the lessening day might close,

but air of other summers breathed from beyond the snows, and I had hope of those.

They came and were, and are not, and come no more anew, and all the years and seasons that ever can ensue must now be worse and few.

So here's an end of roaming on eaves when autumnize.

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