Chapter IV: 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't untie. Yet--you always travelled Farther than I!