Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VI. Fancy. 1904. | | | | Poems of Sentiment: I. Time | | Ave atque Vale | | Rosamund Marriott Watson (1860–1911) |
| | | FAREWELL, my Youth! for now we needs must part, | |
| For here the paths divide; | |
| Here hand from hand must sever, heart from heart,— | |
| Divergence deep and wide. | |
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| You ’ll wear no withered roses for my sake, | 5 |
| Though I go mourning for you all day long, | |
| Finding no magic more in bower or brake, | |
| No melody in song. | |
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| Gray Eld must travel in my company | |
| To seal this severance more fast and sure. | 10 |
| A joyless fellowship, i’ faith, ’t will be, | |
| Yet must we fare together, I and he, | |
| Till I shall tread the footpath way no more. | |
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| But when a blackbird pipes among the boughs, | |
| On some dim, iridescent day in spring, | 15 |
| Then I may dream you are remembering | |
| Our ancient vows. | |
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| Or when some joy foregone, some fate forsworn, | |
| Looks through the dark eyes of the violet, | |
| I may re-cross the set, forbidden bourne, | 20 |
| I may forget | |
| Our long, long parting for a little while, | |
| Dream of the golden splendors of your smile, | |
| Dream you remember yet. | | | | |
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