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 t — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad

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 t — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad

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 t — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad

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 t — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad

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 t — A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad

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. Housman, A Shropshire Lad

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