A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
LIX. The star-filled seas are smooth to-night
The Isle of PortlandT
From France to England strown;
Black towers above the Portland light
The felon-quarried stone.
Never to stir forth free,
Far from his folk a dead lad lies
That once was friends with me.
And sleep you fast for aye;
And luckier may you find the night
Than ever you found the day.