Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

A Shropshire Lad. 11. On Your Midnight Pallet Lying

On your midnight pallet lying,
  Listen, and undo the door:
Lads that waste the light in sighing
  In the dark should sigh no more;
Night should ease a lover's sorrow;
Therefore, since I go to-morrow,
  Pity me before.
 
In the land to which I travel,
  The far dwelling, let me say --
Once, if here the couch is gravel,
  In a kinder bed I lay,
And the breast the darnel smothers
Rested once upon another's
  When it was not clay.

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