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Poem by Mary Ainge De Vere
A Farewell
I PUT thy hand aside, and turn away:
Why should I blame the slight and fickle heart
That cannot bravely go, nor boldly stay,
Too weak to cling, and yet too fond to part?
Dead Passion chains thee where her ashes lie.
Cold is the shrine, ah, cold for evermore!
Why linger, then, while golden moments fly
And sunshine waits beyond the open door?
Nay—fare thee well, for memory and I
Must tarry here and wait. … We have no choice
Nor other better joy, until we die,
Only to wait, and hear nor step nor voice,
Nor any happy advent come to break
The watch we keep alone—for Love’s dear sake!
Mary Ainge De Vere
Mary Ainge De Vere's other poems:- God Keep You
- The Wind-Swept Wheat
- When the Most Is Said
- Poet and Lark
- The Spinner
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Alfred Tennyson A Farewell ("Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea") Alfred Austin A Farewell ("Good-bye, old year, good-bye!") Charlotte Mew A Farewell ("Remember me and smile, as smiling too") Coventry Patmore A Farewell ("With all my will, but much against my heart") Charles Kingsley A Farewell ("My fairest child, I have no song to give you") George Russell A Farewell ("I GO down from the hills half in gladness, and half with a pain I depart") Robert Burns A Farewell ("FAREWELL dear Friend! may guid luck hit you") 1786Edith Nesbit A Farewell ("Good-bye, good-bye; it is not hard to part!") Samuel Rogers A Farewell ("Once more, enchanting girl, adieu!") Amy Levy A Farewell ("(After Heine.)") Cicely Smith A Farewell ("The frost is on the pane and the rime's on the ground") Harriet Monroe A Farewell ("GOOD-BY: nay, do not grieve that it is over")
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