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Autumn and winter are in the dreams—the farmer
goes with his thrift,
The droves and crops increase, and the barns are well-filled.

49.Elements merge in the night—ships make tacks in
the dreams,
The sailor sails—the exile returns home.
The fugitive returns unharmed—the immigrant is
back beyond months and years.
The poor Irishman lives in the simple house of his
childhood, with the well-known neighbors and
faces,
They warmly welcome him—he is barefoot again, he
forgets he is well off;
The Dutchman voyages home, and the Scotchman
and Welshman voyage home, and the native of
the Mediterranean voyages home.
To every port of England, France, Spain, enter well-filled
ships,
The Swiss foots it toward his hills—the Prussian goes
his way, the Hungarian his way, and the Pole
his way.
The Swede returns, and the Dane and Norwegian
return.

50.The homeward bound, and the outward bound.
The beautiful lost swimmer, the ennuyé, the onanist,
the female that loves unrequited, the money-maker,
The actor and actress, those through with their parts,
and those waiting to commence,