posted by
owlfish at 12:19pm on 14/02/2005
I've been fond of this poem for a very long time. It seems particularly apropos this year, especially since it's raining.
The half-moon westers low, my love,
And the wind brings up the rain;
And wide apart lie we, my love,
And seas between the twain.
I know not if it rains, my love,
In the land where you do lie;
And oh, so sound you sleep, my love,
You know no more than I.
- A.E. Housman. Last Poems.
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Valentine
Soon the two of you will be under the same roof again, too!
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