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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 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.

You ’ll wear no withered roses for my sake,

Though I go mourning for you all day long,

Finding no magic more in bower or brake,

No melody in song.

Gray Eld must travel in my company

To seal this severance more fast and sure.

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.

But when a blackbird pipes among the boughs,

On some dim, iridescent day in spring,

Then I may dream you are remembering

Our ancient vows.

Or when some joy foregone, some fate forsworn,

Looks through the dark eyes of the violet,

I may re-cross the set, forbidden bourne,

I may forget

Our long, long parting for a little while,

Dream of the golden splendors of your smile,

Dream you remember yet.