The half-moon westers low, my love,The half-moon wester low, my love (XXVI from "Last Poems") by A.E. Housman
And the wind brings up the rain;
And wide apart lie we, my love,
And seas between the twain.
I know not if it rains, my love,
In the land where you do lie;
And oh, so sound you sleep, my love,
You know no more than I.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Now dreary dawns the eastern light, and fall of eve is drear
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