Poems (Bacon)/At parting
AT PARTING
Oh, all too well beloved, at last I know That for us two the parting of the ways Has come, and brought the ending of sweet days. Bid me good-bye, and loose my hand, and go. To-day's fair peak we ran to climb, and low Before us, glowing in our last sun's rays, The path slopes down, nor undivided stays; The path slopes down, but separate and slow.
Henceforward you and I alone must fare. Nay, look not all so sad! Was ever done A deed to merit all that we have won Of joy? I tell you, there are those whose prayer Is nightly on their knees that they might bear Our shadow, could they but have known our sun!