Where you dream You dwell

XXVI


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, Additional Poems

“You have mismanaged the world, and it shall be taken from you
-Jack London”