FAREWELL, unkind, farewell, to me no more a father, Since my heart holds my love most dear: The wealth that thou dost reap, another's hand must gather, Though thy heart still lies buried there; Then farewell, O farewell: Welcome, my love, welcome, my joy for ever. 'Tis not the vain desire of human fleeting beauty, Makes my mind to live, though my means to die. Nor do I Nature wrong, though I forget my duty: Love not in the blood, but in the spirit doth lie. Then farewell, O farewell Welcome, my love, welcome, my joy for ever. |