Eiríni

Tomorrow, at dawn, when the countryside brightens, I will depart. You see, I know that you wait for me. I will go through the wood, I will go past the mountains. I cannot remain far from you any longer. I will walk, eyes set upon my thoughts, Seeing nothing around me and hearing no sound, Alone, unknown, back bent, hands crossed, Sorrowful, and for me, day will be as night. I will not watch the evening gold fall, Nor the distant sails going down to Harfleur, And, when I arrive, I will put on your grave A bouquet of green holly and heather in bloom.