"GOOD-BY, my friend!" He takes her hand -- The pressures blend: They understand But vaguely why, with drooping eye, Each moans -- "Good-by! -- Good-by!" "Dear friend, good-by!" O she could smile If she might cry A little while! -- She says, "I @3ought@1 to smile -- but I -- Forgive me -- @3There!@1 -- Good-by!" "'Good-by?' Ah, no: I hate," says he, "These 'good-bys' so!" "And @3I,"@1 says she, "Detest them so -- why, I should @3die@1 Were this a @3real@1 'good-by'!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE AIM WAS SONG by ROBERT FROST SILVER ANNIVERSARY by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 104. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LETTER TO JOHN GOUDIE, KILMARNOCK by ROBERT BURNS |