4617660Poems — Good-byeSarah Piatt

GOOD-BYE. [A WOMAN'S SONG.]
Good-bye, if it please you, sir, good-bye.
This is a world where the wild-swans fly.
This is a world where the thorn hangs on
When the rose, its twin, is gone, is gone.
Good-bye—good-bye—good-bye.

Good-bye, if it please you, sir, good-bye.
You are here and away—I care not why.
This is a world where a man has his will,
A world where a woman had best be still.
Good-bye—good-bye—good-bye.