Ah yes, sweet love, look out, look up, It is the dreary air of morn, Too chill for this dress thou hast worn For lighted rooms, and dance, and cup: It is the star which leads the day, It is the day low in the east, O darling, I can never say Those words to thee and then have ceased -- Good-bye, good-bye! A light is dim within thy room, Its air is sweet and warm with thee, Why came we out here where the sea Can break our hearts with that dread boom? Thy face is pale that leans on me, Lifted against the morning star; Thy white arms hold me tremblingly From speech that bears me from them far -- Good-bye, good-bye! A wind comes inland through the dark, Damp, chill from off the tossing waves, From watery leagues 'neath which the graves Of men are made, and have no mark. Thy arms draw tighter round my neck, I kiss thy face that lifts to me, Thy lips that quiver, dreaming wreck, Good-bye, my own, God cherish thee -- Good-bye, Good-bye! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH |