Tomorrow , at first dawn Poem

 Tomorrow , at first dawn

 

Tomorrow , at first dawn when the country starts to whiten, 

I will set out. You see, I know you're waiting for me. 

I will go by forest, I will go by mountain, 

Away from you I can no longer remain.

I will walk eyes fixed unto my thoughts,

Without seeing outside , nor hearing any noise, 

Alone , unknown , my back bent , my hands crossed, 

Forlorn , and the day for me will be night. 

I will watch neither the gold of the falling evening,

 Nor the sails in the distance descending on Harfleur, 

And when I get there , I will put on your grave,

A bunch of green holly and blooming heather.