Oh, won't thou stay, my dearest Antony? Why must you depart so soon? Are you so eager to be divided by land and sea? Why must you always put man and mission before your love for me? Is my love so binding, you feel you must flee? Do I have that tight a 'grip' on thee? If It is 'freedom' you seek, so shall it be! Go, put the sea, before me! ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem