At Parting

IT was sad weather when you went away, Wind, and the rain was raining every day. And all night long I heard in lonesome sleep The water running under the bows of the ship, All the dark night and till the dawning grey.

At Salonika it is golden weather. Go light of heart, O child, light as a feather, Valiant and full of laughter, free as air. God is at Salonika—here and there God and my heart are keeping watch together.

But O when you come back, though skies should weep, The water running under the bows of the ship Shall in my dreams make music exquisite And my all happy sleep be drenched with it, And you coming home, home through the hours of sleep.