Not soon shall I forget--a sheet <br />Of golden water, cold and sweet, <br />The young moon with her head in veils <br />Of silver, and the nightingales. <br /> <br />A wain of hay came up the lane-- <br />O fields I shall not walk again, <br />And trees I shall not see, so still <br />Against a sky of daffodil! <br /> <br />Fields where my happy heart had rest, <br />And where my heart was heaviest, <br />I shall remember them at peace <br />Drenched in moon-silver like a fleece. <br /> <br />The golden water sweet and cold, <br />The moon of silver and of gold, <br />The dew upon the gray grass-spears, <br />I shall remember them with tears.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-118/
