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 water

　　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

　　With farewell in my heart.

　　Farewells must be quiet, mute,

　　Even the summer insects are silent,

　　Knowing I am leaving.

　　The Cambridge night is soundless.

　　I leave quietly

　　As I came quietly.

　　I am leaving

　　Without taking so much

　　As absp; piece of cloud.

　　But with a quick jerk of my sleave

　　I wave goodbye.