59. FAREWELL
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Not soon shall I forget—a sheet Of golden water, cold and sweet, The young moon with her head in veils Of silver, and the nightingales.
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A wain of hay came up the lane— O fields I shall not walk again, And trees I shall not see, so still Against a sky of daffodil!
Fields where my happy heart had rest, And where my heart was heaviest, I shall remember them at peace Drenched in moon-silver like a fleece.
The golden water sweet and cold, The moon of silver and of gold, The dew upon the gray grass-spears, I shall remember them with tears.
Katharine Tynan.