| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XIII. Farewell
The Cossack goes to War | | By Florence Randal Livesay (1874–1953) |
| | From the Ruthenian
O WHITHER goest thou, O my heart? | |
| Thou sayest that we twain must part. | |
| What of thy vows to guard and cherish? | |
| Without thy love, alas, I perish. | |
| Say what dire chance divideth us, | 5 |
| Or dost thou plan to fool me thus? | |
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| Nay, Sweetheart, weep not—love me. | |
| Come close to my heart. | |
| I’ll come back, as God is above me | |
| (O Love, my Love thou art!) | 10 |
| In the fall of the year, if God so please, | |
| When the leaves fall from the cranberries. | | | | |
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