Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

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.

1. More Poems. 11. The Rainy Pleiads Wester
2. A Shropshire Lad. 17. Twice a Week the Winter Thorough
3. Last Poems. 16. Spring Morning
4. More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even
5. Last Poems. 22. The Sloe Was Lost in Flower

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