Letter From Oxford

The thought is hard to bear,
The weight, too great to lift,
Memories of the life I had there,
And all the things I miss.
Would I do again you say,
Desert my friends and family?
I would and should, if I may,
However dear they are to me.
The struggle for knowledge is long and hard,
A battle that may not be won,
But wisdom and beauty call me forth,
And to see the truth, I run.

Do not pity me, my solitary state,
Nor pray for an early return.
I stand eager to confront my fate,
And no greater desire I yearn.
But remember me as I was then,
And keep that image keen,
For one day I shall return my friend,
And together again we'll be.

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