Author A. E. Housman Yon flakes that fret the eastern sky Lead back my day of birth; The far, wide-wandered hour when I Came crying upon earth. Then came I crying, and to-day, With heavier cause to plain, Depart I into death away, Not to be born again. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments