What Think You I Take My Pen In Hand?
What think you I take my pen in hand to record?
The battleship, perfect-model’d, majestic, that I saw pass
the offing today under full sail?
The splendors of the past day? or the splendor of the night
that envelops me?
Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread
around me? –no;
But merely of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the
midst of the crowd,
Parting the parting of dear friends,
The one to remain hung on the neck of the other’s neck and
passionately kiss’d him,
While the one to depart tightly prest the one to remain in
his arms.
