Couple of favourites, but not a diverse range. Not to say the themes of lost love, countryside and dead soldiers are unimpressive. The opposite. War poetry is great, but I think the fact that Houseman was a staple among soldiers *during* the Great War also says a lot. These are some of the deepest of human emotions, so if you think that’s what poetry is for, then this at least shows that the well is deep. With undeniable form and meter to boot.
White in the moon the long road lies,
That leads me from my love.