When The Eye Of Day Is Shut

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Title:     When The Eye Of Day Is Shut
Author: A. E. Housman [More Titles by Housman]

When the eye of day is shut,
And the stars deny their beams,
And about the forest hut
Blows the roaring wood of dreams,

From deep clay, from desert rock,
From the sunk sands of the main,
Come not at my door to knock,
Hearts that loved me not again.

Sleep, be still, turn to your rest
In the lands where you are laid;
In far lodgings east and west
Lie down on the beds you made.

In gross marl, in blowing dust,
In the drowned ooze of the sea,
Where you would not, lie you must,
Lie you must, and not with me.

[The end]
A. E. Housman's poem: When The Eye Of Day Is Shut

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