Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
What tune the enchantress plays
In aftermaths of soft September
Or under blanching mays,
...
Read full text
In this poem, which comes near the end of the collection, Housman reflects on his relationship with nature, before concluding that, although nature does not care or even know about him, he feels a close bond with it.. Very Impressive poem. Top Marks!
Love Housman's poems on the Countryside. It's the only time I get out in the fresh air.