The sigh that heaves the grasses Whence thou wilt never rise Is of the air that passes And knows not if it sights.
The diamond tears adorning Thy low mound on the lea, Those are the tears of morning, That weeps, but not for thee.
A.E. Housman, Last Poems previous – next
Public domain: first published in 1922.
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