"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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