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!