TRAVEL

You and I dreaming Planned the far-away, Cities and hedgerows, Distant summer day,

When, the sun sinking,— But oh, a distant sun!— We would be thinking, “Think what we have done!”

You and I whispering Held the isles in fee By a chain of grasses, By your smile to me,

Visioning some clime — But long years between — When we should say, sometime, “Think what we have seen!”

You and I wondering Of our old age, Turned a page pondering, And turned a page...

Now, my hands pluck ravelled Strands I can n't untie. Yet — you always travelled Farther than I!