A Former Attachment

And glad to find, on again looking at it,
It meant even less to me than I had thought –
You know the ship is moving when you see
The boxes on the quayside sliding away
And become smaller – and feel a calm delight
When the port’s cleared and the coast out of sight,
And ships are few, each on its proper course,
With no occasion for approach or discourse.

Robert Graves

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