And how am I to face the odds of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid in a world I never made. - A. E. Housman. View more images...

Clay lies still but blood's a rover; Breath's a ware that will not keep Up, lad; when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep. - A. E. Housman. View more images...

The loveliest of trees, the cherry now is hung with bloom along the bough, and stands about the woodland ride wearing white for Eastertide. - A. E. Housman. View more images...