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. 11. The Rainy Pleiads Wester
2. More Poems. 25. Yon Flakes that Fret the Eastern Sky
3. More Poems. 40. Farewell to a Name and a Number
4. A Shropshire Lad. 34. The New Mistress
5. More Poems. 15. Tarry, Delight; so Seldom Met

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