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How Clear, How Lovely Bright by A. E. Housman
How clear, how lovely bright,
How beautiful to sight
Those beams of morning play;
How heaven laughs out with glee
Where, like a bird set free,
Up from the eastern sea
Soars the delightful day.
To-day I shall be strong,
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
I never kept before.
Ensanguining the skies
How heavily it dies
Into the west away;
Past touch and sight and sound
Not further to be found,
How hopeless under ground
Falls the remorseful day.
This poem is in the public domain.
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Alfred Edward Housman (1859 – 1936) was an English poet best known for a collective work called A Shropshire Lad, which has remained consistently in print since first published in 1896. A renowned scholar of the classics, Alfred was, for many years, a professor of Latin at Trinity College in Cambridge, where he had a reputation for terrorizing his students and never bothering to learn their names. Widely known and admired even now, Alfred’s work is referenced in, and excerpted from, everything from movies to comic books.
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EstherJ:
Beautiful. "Days lost, I know not how" reminds me of how often I get started on my to do list only to have the day slip away.
Posted 05/17/2026 10:04 AM
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edward60plus:
I, too, just came across this poem through a rerun of the last episode of Inspector Morse. "Ensanguining the skies" ... what a lovely expression.
Posted 04/04/2018 12:43 PM
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pamina:
I stumbled upon the poem through Inspector Morse. I fell in love with the sensuality of the words.
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Posted 09/18/2015 11:34 AM
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Chabanowich:
Every string of my inner piano is struck with precision and in accord with a wondrous harmony in reading the poem, and especially the final stanza. So rich and deadly in expression.
Posted 07/21/2015 03:05 PM
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sunman42:
The last two stanzas are spoken by Endeavour Morse to Fred Thursday just before Thursday is shot at the end of "Neverland," the last episode of Series 2 of Endeavour. And "The Remorseful Day" is the final episode of the Inspector Morse series.
Posted 07/12/2015 03:41 PM
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