Because it is the day of Palms, <br />Carry a palm for me, <br />Carry a palm in Santa Chiara, <br />And I will watch the sea; <br />There are no palms in Santa Chiara <br />To-day or any day for me. <br /> <br />I sit and watch the little sail <br />Lean side-ways on the sea, <br />The sea is blue from here to Sorrento, <br />And the sea-wind comes to me, <br />And I see the white clouds lift from Sorrento <br />And the dark sail lean upon the sea. <br /> <br />I have grown tired of all these things, <br />And what is left for me? <br />I have no place in Santa Chiara, <br />There is no peace upon the sea; <br />But carry a palm in Santa Chiara, <br />Carry a palm for me.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/palm-sunday-8/
