A. E. Housman — On your midnight pallet lying

                  XI 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.