We are always saying "Good-bye, good-bye!" In work, in playing, In gloom, in gaying: At many a stage Of pilgrimage From youth to age We say, "Good-bye, Good-bye!" ...
They bear him to his resting-place - In slow procession sweeping by; I follow at a stranger's space; His kindred they, his sweetheart I. Unchanged my gown of garish dye,...
She did not turn, But passed foot-faint with averted head In her gown of green, by the bobbing fern, Though I leaned over the gate that led From where we waited with table spread; But she did not turn:...
I was sitting, She was knitting, And the portraits of our fore-folk hung around; When there struck on us a sigh; "Ah - what is that?" said I: "Was it not you?" said she. "A sigh did sound." ...
I have come to the church and chancel, Where all's the same! - Brighter and larger in my dreams Truly it shaped than now, meseems, Is its substantial frame. But, anyhow, I made my vow,...
When you shall see me in the toils of Time, My lauded beauties carried off from me, My eyes no longer stars as in their prime, My name forgot of Maiden Fair and Free; ...
Perhaps, long hence, when I have passed away, Some other's feature, accent, thought like mine, Will carry you back to what I used to say, And bring some memory of your love's decline. ...
I will be faithful to thee; aye, I will! And Death shall choose me with a wondering eye That he did not discern and domicile One his by right ever since that last Good-bye! ...
This love puts all humanity from me; I can but maledict her, pray her dead, For giving love and getting love of thee - Feeding a heart that else mine own had fed! ...
"Did you see something within the house That made me call you before the red sunsetting? Something that all this common scene endows With a richened impress there can be no forgetting?" ...
Close up the casement, draw the blind, Shut out that stealing moon, She wears too much the guise she wore Before our lutes were strewn With years-deep dust, and names we read On a white stone were hewn....
So there sat they, The estranged two, Thrust in one pew By chance that day; Placed so, breath-nigh, Each comer unwitting Who was to be sitting In touch close by.
Sitting on the bridge Past the barracks, town and ridge, At once the spirit seized us To sing a song that pleased us - As "The Fifth" were much in rumour; It was "Whilst I'm in the humour,...