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A. E. Housman
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Alfred Edward Housman was born in Fockbury, Worcestershire, England, on March 26,...
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To An Athlete Dying Young

 
by A. E. Housman

The time you won your town the race   
We chaired you through the market-place;   
Man and boy stood cheering by,   
And home we brought you shoulder-high.   
   
To-day, the road all runners come,     
Shoulder-high we bring you home,   
And set you at your threshold down,   
Townsman of a stiller town.   
   
Smart lad, to slip betimes away   
From fields where glory does not stay,  
And early though the laurel grows   
It withers quicker than the rose.   
   
Eyes the shady night has shut   
Cannot see the record cut,   
And silence sounds no worse than cheers  
After earth has stopped the ears:   
   
Now you will not swell the rout   
Of lads that wore their honours out,   
Runners whom renown outran   
And the name died before the man.  
   
So set, before its echoes fade,   
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,   
And hold to the low lintel up   
The still-defended challenge-cup.   
   
And round that early-laurelled head 
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,   
And find unwithered on its curls   
The garland briefer than a girl's.









About "To an Athlete Dying Young"

This poem first appeared in Housman's self-published collection A Shropshire Lad. The book didn't become popular until the second Boer War, when Housman's depictions of early death and the poems' nostalgia for country life struck a chord with his English audience.
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