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. My Heart's Fit To Break
3. Weep For What Thou'st Lost
4. After Many A Well-Fought Day
5. Little Birds In Yonder Grove

Alice Dunbar-Nelson Farewell ("Farewell, sweetheart, and again farewell")

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