While I recall you o’er deep parting seas,
Lonelier have grown these cliffs, this English grass.
Haunt of my heart, dear faces, let me pass
To that far south, till presence bring me peace.
Unsatisfied with those dead memories,
I muse, and mould from each sweet day that was
An image of the future; but, alas!
What hunger can oblivious hope appease?
My soul may travel to you, but the sea
Sternly puts back the pilgrim feet of life
With the harsh warning of necessity;
That oft-taught truth my sighs would fain unlearn,
How idle is human passion! Yet its strife
Is duty, and our hearts are made to yearn.
(Manmohan Ghose)
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