Now You Are in Your Country

Now you are in your country,
And I, locked fast in mine,
Walk the white roads in silence,
And see my sun decline.

I see the whole west breaking
In flame again, to-night;
And earth to peace receding
Through valleys of delight.

Sleep in your pleasant country,
Lie down at last, content,
The hills of constant heaven
Your dream’s bright battlement;

Know that the stars you talk with
Have eyes on fields at home,
Or buds on banks you dream of
Now break in scented foam;

For death has hung no silence,
Nor spring withheld one sign,
Since you turned to your country
And left me locked in mine.

FRANK KENDON