I shall return again, I shall return
To laugh and love and watch with wonder eyes
At golden noon the forest fires burn,
Wafting their blue-black smoke to sapphire skies,
I shall return to loiter by the streams
That bathe the brown blades of the bending grasses,
And realize once more my thousand dreams
Of waters rushing down the mountain passes.
I shall return to hear the fiddle and fife
Of village dances, dear delicious tunes
That stir the hidden depths of native life,
Stray melodies of dim remembered runes.
I shall return, I shall return again.
To ease my mind of long, long years of pain.

Claude McKay

Translated by Maung Tha Noe

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