A farewell in its tone.
“But thou, my bright one! thou shalt be
Where farewell sounds are o’er;
Thou, in the eyes thou lovest, shalt see
No fear of parting more.
“The mossy grave thy tears have wet,
And the wind’s wild moanings by,
Thou with thy kindred shalt forget,
Midst flowers—not such as die.
“The shadow from thy brow shall melt