Goodbye Again, Cambridge
I leave softly, gently,
Exactly as I came.
I wave to the western sky,
Telling it goodbye softly, gently.
The golden willow at the river edge
Is the setting sun's bride.
Her quivering reflection
Stays fixed in my mind.
Green grass on the bank
Dances on a watery floor
In bright reflection.
I wish myself a bit of waterweed
Vibrating to the ripple. Of the River Cam.
That creek in the shade of the great elms,Is not a creek but a shattered rainbow, Printed on the wate
And inlaid with duckweed, It is my lost dream.
Hunting a dream? Wielding a long punting pole
I get my boat into green water, Into still greener grass.
In a flood of starlight, On a river of silver and diamond
I sing to my heart's content.
But now, no, I cannot sing
Quietness is my farewell music;
Even Summer insects heap silence for me
Silent is Cambridge tonight!
I leave quietly
As I came quietly.
Gently I flick my sleeves.
Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away.