Twice a Week the Winter Thorough
Read 'Twice a Week the Winter Thorough' by 'A E Housman' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Twice a Week the Winter Thorough by A E Housman
Twice a week the winter thorough
Here stood I to keep the goal:
Football then was fighting sorrow
For the young man's soul.
Now in Maytime to the wicket
Out I march with bat and pad:
See the son of grief at cricket
Trying to be glad.
Try I will; no harm in trying:
Wonder 'tis how little mirth
Keeps the bones of man from lying
On the bed of earth.
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