THE Whitheraways! -- That's what I'll have to call You -- sailing off, with never word at all Of parting! -- sailing 'way across the sea, With never one good-by to @3me@1 -- to ME! Sailing away from me, with no farewell! -- Ah, Parker Hitt and sister Muriel -- And Rodney, too, and little Laurance -- all Sailing away -- just as the leaves, this Fall! Well, then, @3I@1 too shall sail on cheerily As now you all go sailing o'er the sea: I've @3other@1 little friends with me on shore -- Though they but make me yearn for @3you@1 the more! And so, sometime, dear little friends afar, When this faint voice shall reach you, and you are All just a little homesick, you must be As brave as I am now, and think of me! Or, haply, if your eyes, as mine, droop low, And would be humored with a tear or so, -- Go to your @3Parents@1, Children! let @3them@1 do The @3crying@1 -- 'twill be easier for them to! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE THE EVENING STAR by THOMAS CAMPBELL STANZAS; HOOD'S LAST POEM by THOMAS HOOD GREAT BELL ROLAND; SUGGESTED BY PRESIDENT'S CALL VOLUNTEERS by THEODORE TILTON A VALENTINE by WARREN K. BILLINGS |