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The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone. – A. E. Housman
Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride. – A. E. Housman
White in the moon the long road lies. – A. E. Housman