Goodbye, my friend, goodbye My love, you are in my heart. It was preordained we should part And be reunited by and by. Goodbye: no handshake to endure. Let's have no sadness - furrowed brow. There's nothing new in dying now Though living is no newer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL SONNET; OXFORD, 1916 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |