PARDON the faults in me, For the love of years ago: Good-by. I must drift across the sea, I must sink into the snow, I must die. You can bask in this sun, You can drink wine, and eat: Good-by. I must gird myself and run, Though with unready feet: I must die. Blank sea to sail upon, Cold bed to sleep in: Good-by. While you clasp, I must be gone For all your weeping: I must die. A kiss for one friend, And a word for two, -- Good-by: -- A lock that you must send, A kindness you must do: I must die. Not a word for you, Not a lock or kiss, Good-by. We, one, must part in two; Verily death is this: I must die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBIN ADAIR by CAROLINE KEPPEL THE BELLE OF THE BALL by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE SEEKERS by LUCIA TREVITT AURYANSEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AFTER THEATER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE DIREFUL TALE OF HORROR by BERTON BRALEY LINES TO JULIA M --; SENT WITH A COPY OF THE AUTHOR'S POEMS by THOMAS CAMPBELL |