Iambic Farewell
Hence, after pleasant weeks of sun and dry,
Here weeps the city sky upon your leave,
Deprived of quiet eyes as clear as thy.
The nicest soul the Humans can conceive
Has left the town, and far away she sits.
Her honest though and sober charm took leave.
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A coffee: and time to tediousness submits,
With patient ears of yours and smile no more,
Again rebound in daily rites of its.
The green of grass and trees that soul restore,
And warmth of friends, of family the advice
Await you right across your native shore.
On island land where people will be nice,
Where songs and dance with warmth the heart inspire,
Despite the circling sea as cold as ice.
The challenge of the steel and that of fire,
The rising steam from charcoal to the eye
Will clear the globe and show your life desire.
