"Live Oak, with Moss" Manuscripts

Leaf 9

VI
What think you I have taken my pen to 
          record? 
Not the battle-ship, perfect-model'd, 
          majestic, that I saw to day arrive in the
          offing, under full sail, 
Nor the splendors of the past day--nor the
          splendors of the night that envelopes 
          me—Nor the glory and growth of the
          great city spread around me, 
But the two young men I saw to-day on the
          pier, parting the parting of dear 
          friends. 
The one whoto remainedremain hung on the
          other's neck and passionately kissed 
          him—while the one who remainedto 
          depart tightly prest the one who
          remained to remain in his arms.
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