June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.


Collected poems and selected prose (ed. Lane, Allen, 1988)

A. E. Housman Quotes

June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.

June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.

June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.

June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.