Last Poems (Housman)/The sigh that heaves the grasses

by Alfred Edward Housman

XXVII

The sigh that heaves the grasses
 Whence thou wilt never rise
Is of the air that passes
 And knows not if it sighs.

The diamond tears adorning
 Thy low mound on the lea,
Those are the tears of morning,
 That weeps, but not for thee.