Tomorrow, at dawn, as the countryside whitens,
I shall leave. You’re waiting for me; I know.
I shall go by the forest, I shall go by the mountain.
I can’t stay away any longer.
I shall walk with my eyes closed in on my thoughts,
Seeing nothing beyond, hearing no sound,
Alone, unknown, back bent, hands crossed,
And sad. Day for me will be like night.
As golden evening falls, and distant sails
Make for Harfleur, I won’t be looking.
When I arrive, I shall place on your tomb
A posy of green holly and of heather in flower.