Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Xxvi: The Half-Moon Westers Low My Love - Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

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.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 28, 2014



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