by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936)

The half‑moon westers low, my love
Language: English 
The half-moon westers low, my love,
And the wind brings up the rain;
And wide apart we lie, 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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