Andromeda, and Other Poems/A Farewell
For other versions of this work, see A Farewell (Kingsley).
A FAREWELL.
i. MY fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and grey:Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day.
ii.Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.