Tell me not here, it needs not saying, by A.E. Housman
> Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and »
The Oracles, by A.E. Housman
> ’Tis mute, the word they went to hear on high Dodona mountain When winds were in the oakenshaws and all the cauldrons tolled, And mute’ »