Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
Good-Bye
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To meadow, stream, and hill,
Beneath the white clouds marshalled close
At the wind’s will.
With prim geraniums pied,
And spreading yew trees, old, unchanging
Tho’ men have died.
With granite walls and grey,
And rooms where faded greatness still
Lingers to-day.
When I am gone afar,
These words of ancient Celtic hope,
“Peace after war.”
When all these wars are by,
Live long among her hills before
My last good-bye.