Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
My heart is gone, far, far from me;
And ever on its track will flee
My thoughts, my dreams, beyond the sea.
Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
The swallow wanders fast and free:
Oh, happy bird! were I like thee,
I, too, would fly beyond the sea.
Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
Are kindly hearts and social glee:
But here for me they may not be;
My heart is gone beyond the sea.
You idiot, he's dead, and so is Lewis Carroll and John Keats and Wandsworth and Whitman and so many others that you comment on as if they were alive, they've been dead for AGES, literally.
This poem expresses what i have always felt it seems... But i have found the way to be that bird, and live beyond the sea. Thank you Neptune
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
............very nicely written...a lovely poem with a nice rhyme...