_The Return of the Sire de Nesle._ <br />A.D. 16 <br /> <br />My towers at last! These rovings end, <br />Their thirst is slaked in larger dearth: <br />The yearning infinite recoils, <br />For terrible is earth. <br /> <br />Kaf thrusts his snouted crags through fog: <br />Araxes swells beyond his span, <br />And knowledge poured by pilgrimage <br />Overflows the banks of man. <br /> <br />But thou, my stay, thy lasting love <br />One lonely good, let this but be! <br />Weary to view the wide world's swarm, <br />But blest to fold but thee.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/l-envoi-6/
