The star-filled seas are smooth to-night
From France to England strown;
Black towers above the Portland light
The felon-quarried stone.
On yonder island, not to rise,
Never to stir forth free,
Far from his folk a dead lad lies
That once was friends with me.
Lie you easy, dream you light,
And sleep you fast for aye;
And luckier may you find the night
Than ever you found the day.
The Isle Of Portland
Alfred Edward Housman
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Poem topics: dream, never, sleep, star, rise, fast, easy, black, stone, Valentine's Day, island, light, night, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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