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!" We are undiscerning Which go to sigh, Which will be yearning For soon returning; And which no more Will dark our door, Or tread our shore, But go to die, To die. Some come from roaming With joy again; Some, who come homing By stealth at gloaming, Had better have stopped Till death, and dropped By strange hands propped, Than come so fain, So fain. So, with this saying, "Good-bye, good-bye," We speed their waying Without betraying Our grief, our fear No more to hear From them, close, clear, Again: "Good-bye, Good-bye!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE by ELIZABETH I CAELICA: 100 by FULKE GREVILLE THE HEALERS by LAURENCE BINYON THE OLD COVE by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL LAVENDER'S FOR LADIES by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS GREATNESS by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE OUT OF THE SHADOWS: AN UNFINISHED SONNET-SEQUENCE 4 by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. |