Farewell

Farewell, sweetheart, and again farewell;

To day we part, and who can tell

If we shall e’er again

Meet, and with clasped hands

Renew our vows of love, and forget

The sad, dull pain.

Dear heart, ’tis bitter thus to lose thee

And think mayhap, you will forget me;

And yet, I thrill

As I remember long and happy days

Fraught with sweet love and pleasant memories

That linger still

You go to loved ones who will smile

And clasp you in their arms, and all the while

I stay and moan

For you, my love, my heart and strive

To gather up life’s dull, gray thread

And walk alone.

Aye, with you love the red and gold

Goes from my life, and leaves it cold

And dull and bare,

Why should I strive to live and learn

And smile and jest, and daily try

You from my heart to tare?

Nay, sweetheart, rather would I lie

Me down, and sleep for aye; or fly

To regions far

Where cruel Fate is not and lovers live

Nor feel the grim, cold hand of Destiny

Their way to bar.

I murmur not, dear love, I only say

Again farewell. God bless the day

On which we met,

And bless you too, my love, and be with you

In sorrow or in happiness, nor let you

E’er me forget.