Nineteen Old Poem

You travel on and on

Southern Dynasties / Anthology of Literary Writings

You travel on and on,

Leaving me all alone.

Long miles between us lie

As earth apart from sky.

The road is steep and far;

I can't go where you are.

Northern steeds love cold breeze,

And southern birds warm trees.

The farther you're away;

The thinner I'm each day.

The cloud has veiled the sun;

You won't come back, dear one.

Missing you makes me old;

Soon comes the winter cold.

Alas! Of me you're quit;

I wish you will keep fit.