Song at Parting
And after many days (for I shall keep
These old things unforgotten, nevertheless!)
My lids at last, feeling thy faint caress,
Shall open, April, to the wooded sweep
Of Northern hills; and my slow blood shall leap
And surge, for joy and very wantonness —
Like Northern waters when thy feet possess
The valleys, and the green year wakes from sleep.
That morn the drowsy South, as we go forth
(Unseen thy hand in mine; I, seen of all)
Will marvel that I seek the outmost quay,—
The while, gray leagues away, a new-born North
Harkens with wonder to thy rapturous call
For some old lover down across the sea.
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Francis Sherman (1871-1926)
from Two Songs at Parting, 1899
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Francis Sherman biography
J.M.W. Turner (1785-1851), The Parting of Hero and Leander. Wikimedia Commons.
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