Quote#Nature
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers
Quote byAlfred Edward Housman · 1859–1936
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Last Poems (1922), No. 9, st. 1.
English (original)
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, the pane is blind with showers. Pass me the can, lad; there’s an end of May.
— Alfred Edward Housman
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