Poem by Caroline Lamb

Farewell

'Farewell.'
Ah! frown not thus-nor turn from me,
I must not-dare not-look on thee;
Too well thou know'st how dear thou art,
'Tis hard but yet 'tis best to part:
I wish thee not to share my grief,
It seeks, it hopes, for no relief.


'Farewell.'
Come give thy hand, what though we part,
Thy name is fixed, within my heart;
I shall not change, nor break the vow
I made before and plight thee now;
For since thou may'st not live for me,
'Tis sweeter far to die for thee.


'Farewell'
Thoult think of me when I am gone
None shall undo, what I have done;
Yet even thy love I would resign
To save thee from remorse like mine;
Thy tears shall fall upon my grave:
They still may bless-they cannot save.

1. Lines to Harriet Wilson
2. After Many A Well-Fought Day
3. Amidst the Flowers Rich and Gay
4. Weep For What Thou'st Lost
5. By That Smile Which Made Me Blest

James Lowell Farewell ("Farewell! as the bee round the blossom")

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