Stars, I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Helps not the primal fault;
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt.
More verses by Alfred Edward Housman
- Oh, When I Was In Love With You
- In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad
- If By Chance Your Eye Offend You
- Far In A Western Brookland
- Ho, Everyone That Thirsteth