I will go my ways from the city, and then, maybe, <br />My heart shall forget one woman's voice, and her lips; <br />I will arise, and set my face to the sea, <br />Among stranger-folk and in the wandering ships. <br /> <br />The world is great, and the bounds of it who shall set? <br />It may be I shall find, somewhere in the world I shall find, <br />A land that my feet may abide in; then I shall forget <br />The woman I loved, and the years that are left behind. <br /> <br />But, if the ends of the world are not wide enough <br />To out-weary my heart, and to find for my heart some fold, <br />I will go back to the city, and her I love, <br />And look on her face, and remember the days of old.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ending-6/
