![]() ![]() The poet is telling his soul - his mind in modern terms - his “self” - to calm down. The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. Think rather,– call to thought, if now you grieve a little, Let’s examine it stanza by stanza:īe still, my soul, be still the arms you bear are brittle,Įarth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. They are from poem #XLVIII (48)– “Be Still My Soul, Be Still” - In Alfred Edward Housman’s great anthology A Shropshire Lad. ![]() “ Oh, why did I awake? When shall I sleep again?” Musing on that poem and its theme, these lines popped into my head: ![]() In it, he discusses the brevity of life, which appears as though out of a dream, and is soon gone again. In the past few days, have noticed a great many people coming to this site for my discussion of the “Days of Wine and Roses” poem by Ernest Dowson. ![]()
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