THE OLD WARRIOR

THE OLD WARRIOR

Sorrow has come to me,Making the world to beOf sunken cheek;Faded my fields, and ofNames that were most to love,I dare not speak.Would that my soul were blind,Since duty brings to mindAll that is done,Saying, ‘How gladly youWalked with your chosen fewUnder my sun.’I am an alien now;Tell me, good stranger, howBest may be borneHis grief who comes at nightTo his own window-lightFriendless, forlorn.No. I will pass. AgainOf my delight in menNothing shall tell.Now is my travel whereMy lost companions fare;Onward. Farewell.

Sorrow has come to me,Making the world to beOf sunken cheek;Faded my fields, and ofNames that were most to love,I dare not speak.Would that my soul were blind,Since duty brings to mindAll that is done,Saying, ‘How gladly youWalked with your chosen fewUnder my sun.’I am an alien now;Tell me, good stranger, howBest may be borneHis grief who comes at nightTo his own window-lightFriendless, forlorn.No. I will pass. AgainOf my delight in menNothing shall tell.Now is my travel whereMy lost companions fare;Onward. Farewell.

Sorrow has come to me,Making the world to beOf sunken cheek;Faded my fields, and ofNames that were most to love,I dare not speak.

Sorrow has come to me,

Making the world to be

Of sunken cheek;

Faded my fields, and of

Names that were most to love,

I dare not speak.

Would that my soul were blind,Since duty brings to mindAll that is done,Saying, ‘How gladly youWalked with your chosen fewUnder my sun.’

Would that my soul were blind,

Since duty brings to mind

All that is done,

Saying, ‘How gladly you

Walked with your chosen few

Under my sun.’

I am an alien now;Tell me, good stranger, howBest may be borneHis grief who comes at nightTo his own window-lightFriendless, forlorn.

I am an alien now;

Tell me, good stranger, how

Best may be borne

His grief who comes at night

To his own window-light

Friendless, forlorn.

No. I will pass. AgainOf my delight in menNothing shall tell.Now is my travel whereMy lost companions fare;Onward. Farewell.

No. I will pass. Again

Of my delight in men

Nothing shall tell.

Now is my travel where

My lost companions fare;

Onward. Farewell.


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