Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Greece and Turkey in Europe: Vol. XIX. 1876–79.
Dardanelles
By Théodore Aubanel (18291886)F
In the still hours when I sit dreaming
Often and often I voyage in seeming;
And sad is the heart I bear with me,
Far, far away across the sea.
I follow the vessels disappearing,
Slender masts to the sky uprearing;
Follow her whom I love so well,
Yonder toward the Dardanelles.
These by the shepherd wind are driven
Across the shining stars of heaven
In snowy flocks, and go their way,
And with the clouds I go astray.
For the fair weather ever yearning,
And swiftly to the sun returning;
So swiftly I my darling follow
Upon the pinions of the swallow.
For now she treads an alien strand;
And for that unknown fatherland
I long, as a bird for her nest.
Homesickness hath my heart possessed.
Like a pale corpse I always seem
On floating, in a deathlike dream,
Even to the feet of my sweet lover,
From wave to wave the salt sea over.
Till my love lifts me mutely weeping,
And takes me in her tender keeping,
And lays her hand my still heart o’er,
And calls me from the dead once more.
“O, I have suffered sore,” I cry,
“But now we will no longer die!”
Like drowning men’s my grasp is strong;
I clasp her close and hold her long.
In the still hours when I sit dreaming,
Often and often I voyage in seeming;
And sad is the heart I bear with me,
Far, far away across the sea.