They say that I shall die—
And I'm tired, and life is noisy, and the good days have gone by:
But oh! my red-roofed village—I should die with more content
Could I see again your gables, and the orchard slopes of Kent,
And the eyes that look out vainly, from a rose-wreathed cottage door,
For one who comes no more.
APOLLO AND THE MEN OF CYMÉ.
(Herodotus, I. 157-160.)