Quotes from A E Housman

The weeping Pleiads wester, And the moon is under seas; From bourn to bourn of midnight Far sighs the rainy breeze: It sighs from a lost country To a land I have not known; The weeping Pleiads wester, And I lie down alone.

The rainy Pleiads wester, Orion plunges prone, The stroke of midnight ceases, And I lie down alone. The rainy Pleiads wester And seek beyond the sea The head that I shall dream of, And 'twill not dream of me.