““Tomorrow, at dawn, the moment the countryside is washed with daylight, I will leave. You see, I know that you wait for me. I will go through forest, I will go across the mountains. I cannot rest far from you for long. I will trudge on, my eyes fixed on my thoughts, Without seeing what is outside of myself, without hearing a single sound, Alone, unknown, back bent, hands crossed, Sad, and the day for me will be like the night. I will not look upon the golden sunset as night falls, Nor the sailboats from afar that descend on Harfleur, And when I arrive, I will place on your grave A bouquet of holly and heather in bloom.””
