We parted with soft words and low,
And ‘Farewell till to-morrow,’ said;
From sea and sky, the sunset’s glow
A golden halo round you shed;
Then as you went, I heard you sing,
‘Haste thee, sweet morrow:’ parting thus,
How could we dream that life would bring
Not any morrow there for us?
We parted, and that last farewell
Its shadow on our life-path cast;