There are veils that lift, there are bars that fall, There are lights that beacon, and winds that call-- Good-bye! There are hurrying feet, and we dare not wait, For the hour is on us--the hour of Fate, The circling hour of the flaming gate-- Good-bye--good-bye--good-bye! Fair, fair they shine through the burning zone-- The rainbow gleams of a world unknown; Good-bye! And oh! to follow, to seek, to dare, When, step by step, in the evening air Floats down to meet us the cloudy stair! Good-bye--good-bye--good-bye! The cloudy stair of the Brig o' Dread Is the dizzy path that our feet must tread-- Good-bye! O children of time--O Nights and Days, That gather and wonder and stand and gaze, And wheeling stars in your lonely ways, Good-bye--good-bye--good-bye! The music calls and the gates unclose, Onward and onward the wild way goes-- Good-bye! We die in the bliss of a great new birth, O fading phantoms of pain and mirth, O fading loves of the old green earth-- Good-bye--good-bye--good-bye! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEAVING THE HARBOR by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ICHABOD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A WINTRY LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA FROM AN EXCAVATION ON THE WARRIOR RIVER by ESTHER BARRETT ARGO WORLD-MILLER by FRANCES BARBER |