Tomorrow, when the countryside is kissed by dawn,
I’ll leave. For you are waiting there for me I know.
Through forests, over mountains I will journey on;
For we have been apart too long—I miss you so.

And I will walk with eyes so fixed upon my thoughts
That outside sounds and sights I’ll neither hear nor see.
Alone, unknown, back bent, hands crossed as tight as knots,
And sad, so that the day will seem as night to me.

I will not heed the sunset’s gold at close of day
Or note the distant sails descending on Harfleur.
When I at last arrive, upon your grave I’ll lay
Green holly and the finest heather in full flower.