Bon voyage
Language: English 
When time has come for you to put to sea,
Leaving myself and the last shore behind,
When all the little fingers of the mind
Reach forward in a rich expectancy,
Then set the heart from too long bondage free,
That still through exploration it may find
New uses for its instrument; nor blind
The eye to fresh delights with memory.
Forget that there were tears. 'Tis thus the rain
Comes suddenly from skies serene and fair.
Forget the ragged edges of our pain,
When parting grew too troublesome to bear.
One day you will be turning back again
To old horizons. You will turn back and will find me there.


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Researcher for this text: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]

Text added to the website: 2019-11-04 00:00:00
Last modified: 2019-11-04 18:37:34
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