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AT FAREWELL by GEORGE W. BERGQUIST

First Line: SO TAKE MY VOWS AND THROW THEM TO THE WIND
Last Line: THAT MINE WILL DIE ITS LOVE-DEATH WHEN YOU GO.
Subject(s): FAREWELL; PARTING;
So take my vows and throw them to the wind
And let their echoes roam some ghostly void
Of unclaimed memory: the nonce is pinned
But lightly to my soul, and soon destroyed.
Erase the shadows from our tongues' own tips
That clung there still when lateness bade us part;
Renounce those dreams, let each apocalypse
Be buried, unremembered, in your heart,
Unwept; consider not those tender times
When reckless moonlight found our secret tryst:
The moon will soon forget. And burn my rhymes,
Allot their petty phrases to the mist.
Yes, tear our lives apart, -- but only know
That mine will die its love-death when you go.



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