Good-by can be a happy word When lightly spoken, As if a carefree heart conferred A trifling token. But when we part from those held dear The voice grows tender; We smile to hide the unwelcome tear And scorn surrender. Hands clasped and seeing eye to eye, All else unheeding, How sacred is the word good-by, Like suppliants pleading. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POLAR QUEST by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON STILL FALLS THE RAIN; THE RAIDS, 1940. NIGHT AND DAWN by EDITH SITWELL IN A GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TO THE GOLDEN-CROWNED SPARROW IN ALASKA by JOHN BURROUGHS |