On your midnight pallet lying, <br />Listen, and undo the door: <br />Lads that waste the light in sighing <br />In the dark should sigh no more; <br />Night should ease a lover's sorrow; <br />Therefore, since I go to-morrow, <br />Pity me before. <br /> <br />In the land to which I travel, <br />The far dwelling, let me say-- <br />Once, if here the couch is gravel, <br />In a kinder bed I lay, <br />And the breast the darnel smothers <br />Rested once upon another's <br />When it was not clay.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-your-midnight-pallet-lying/
