Very quietly I take my leave. As quietly as I came here. Quietly I wave good-bye. To the rosy clouds in the western sky. The golden willows by the riverside. Are young brides in the setting sun. Their reflections on the shimmering waves. Always longer in the depth of my heart. The floating heart growing in the sludge. Sways leisurely under the water. In the gentle waves of Cambridge. I would be a water plant. ...