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.
Poems From "a Shropshire Lad" - Xi
Alfred Edward Housman
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Poem topics: dark, light, night, sorrow, travel, listen, door, waste, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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