A FAREWELL
With all my will..
But much against my heart
We two now part
My very dear
Our solace is the sad road lies so clear
It needs no art
With faint,averted feet
And many a tear
In our opposed path to persevere
Go thou to east,I west
We will not stay
There's any hope it is so far away
But,O,my best
When the one darling of our widow head
The nursling grief
Is dead...
And no dews,blur our eyes
To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies
Perchance we may
Where now this night is day
And even through faith of still averted feet
Making full circle of our banishment
Amazed meet;
The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet
Seasoning the termless feast of our content
With tears of recognition never dry....
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