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Arthur Symons - An Ending
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I will go my ways from the city, and then, maybe, 
My heart shall forget one woman`s voice, and her lips; 
I will arise, and set my face to the sea, 
Among Stranger-folk and in the wandering ships. 
The world is great, and the bounds of it who shall set? 
It may be I shall find, somewhere in the world I shall find, 
A land that my feet may abide in; then I shall forget 
The woman I loved, and the years that are left behind, 
But, if the ends of the world are not wide enough 
To out-weary my heart, and to find for my heart some fold, 
I will go back to the city, and her I love, 
And look on her face, and remember the clays of old.
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