The Stars Have Not Dealt Me The Worst They Could Do


The stars have not dealt me the worst they could do:

My pleasures are plenty, my troubles are two.

But oh, my two troubles they reave me of rest,

The brains in my head and the heart in my breast.

Oh grant me the ease that is granted so free,

The birthright of multitudes, give it to me,

That relish their victuals and rest on their bed

With flint in the bosom and guts in the head.

Alfred Edward Housman (1849-1936)

The illustration is ‘The Earth near a beautiful nebula in space. This is is a conceptual composite image.’ by  Marcel Clemens via Shutterstock Image ID: 90201787

About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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3 Responses to The Stars Have Not Dealt Me The Worst They Could Do

  1. Libdrone says:

    It seems to me amazing how the heavens seem to form a tunnel, perhaps to some other realm. Loved the image, Laura.

    • layanglicana says:

      Thank-you Alan – we share a vivid imagination and a need for visual stimuli, I think. Speaking of which, I am delighted to have found a photograph of you so I can now picture who I am writing to, which makes me much happier. I promise not to tell everybody else where to find it… :>)

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