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.
A. E. HousmanAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: March 26, 1859
- Died: April 30, 1936
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