GOOD-BY.
Again I see that May moon shine,Dost thou remember, soul of mine?I held your hand in mine, you know,And as I bent to whisper low,A tender light was in your eye,"Sweetheart, good-by, sweetheart, good-by."
There came a time my lips were whiteBeneath the pale and cold moonlight,And burning words I might not speak,You read, love, in my ashen cheek,As my whole heart breathed in this one cry,"Sweetheart, good-by, sweetheart, good-by."
Time's waves that roll so swift and fleetHave borne you far from me, my sweet,Have borne you to a sunny bay,Where brightest sunshine gilds your way,Do these words ever dim your sky—Sweetheart, good-by, sweetheart, good-by?
I cannot tell, but this I knowThey go with me where'er I go,
