AT PARTING
Oh, all too well beloved, at last I know
That for us two the parting of the ways
Has come, and brought the ending of sweet days.
Bid me good-bye, and loose my hand, and go.
To-day's fair peak we ran to climb, and low
Before us, glowing in our last sun's rays,
The path slopes down, nor undivided stays;
The path slopes down, but separate and slow.
That for us two the parting of the ways
Has come, and brought the ending of sweet days.
Bid me good-bye, and loose my hand, and go.
To-day's fair peak we ran to climb, and low
Before us, glowing in our last sun's rays,
The path slopes down, nor undivided stays;
The path slopes down, but separate and slow.
Henceforward you and I alone must fare.
Nay, look not all so sad! Was ever done
A deed to merit all that we have won
Of joy? I tell you, there are those whose prayer
Is nightly on their knees that they might bear
Our shadow, could they but have known our sun!
Nay, look not all so sad! Was ever done
A deed to merit all that we have won
Of joy? I tell you, there are those whose prayer
Is nightly on their knees that they might bear
Our shadow, could they but have known our sun!