Live Oak, with Moss, Leaf 10

What think you I have taken my pen to
          record?
Not the battle-ship, perfect-model'd,
          majestic, that I saw to day arrive in the
          offing, under full sail,
Nor the splendors of the past day--nor the
          splendors of the night that envelopes
          me—Nor the glory and growth of the
          great city spread around me,
But the two young men I saw to-day on the
          pier, parting the parting of dear
          friends.
The one who^to remained^remain hung on the
          other's neck and passionately kissed
          him—while the one who remained^{to
          depart} tightly prest the one who
          remained ^{to remain} in his arms.