On your midnight pallet lying by A. E. Housman Lyrics

        
         XI

On your midnight pallet lying
         Listen, and undo the door:
Lads that waste the light in sighing
         In the dark should sigh no more;
Night should ease a lover's sorrow;
Therefore, since I go to-morrow;
         Pity me before.
        
In the land to which I travel,
         The far dwelling, let me say-
Once, if here the couch is gravel,
         In a kinder bed I lay,
And the breast the darnel smothers
Rested once upon another's
         When it was not clay.