Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

Last Poems. 26. The Half-Moon Westers Low, My Love

The half-moon westers low, my love,
        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.

1. More Poems. 9. When Green Buds Hang in the Elm Like Dust
2. More Poems. 21. The World Goes None the Lamer
3. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
4. Last Poems. 19. In Midnights of November
5. Additional Poems. 13. Oh Turn not in from Marching

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