10.08.2014, 12:36
SALVE ET VALE
(Robert Browning Died at Venice Dec. 12, 1889)
FRIEND whom I never knew, hail and farewell !
On what far vo3'age hath thy spirit gone?
What darkling tides, mysterious and lone,
Against thy seaw T ard prow upleap and swell?
What fine immortal strains have hushed the shell
Whereon thou mad'st a music all thine own?
Unto the distant coast whence they were blown.
What voices lure thee with resistless spell ?
Lo! from the city's clanging thoroughfares.
From many a kindly face and friendly door,
From dew-wet fields, clear sounds and morning airs.
From alt that thou hast loved and sung of yore,
Thou sett'st thy helm, and on thy brave bark bears
Thee to some dim and unimagined shore.
(Robert Browning Died at Venice Dec. 12, 1889)
FRIEND whom I never knew, hail and farewell !
On what far vo3'age hath thy spirit gone?
What darkling tides, mysterious and lone,
Against thy seaw T ard prow upleap and swell?
What fine immortal strains have hushed the shell
Whereon thou mad'st a music all thine own?
Unto the distant coast whence they were blown.
What voices lure thee with resistless spell ?
Lo! from the city's clanging thoroughfares.
From many a kindly face and friendly door,
From dew-wet fields, clear sounds and morning airs.
From alt that thou hast loved and sung of yore,
Thou sett'st thy helm, and on thy brave bark bears
Thee to some dim and unimagined shore.