Poems (Piatt)/Volume 1/Good-bye
GOOD-BYE.[A WOMAN'S SONG.]
Good-bye, if it please you, sir, good-bye.This is a world where the wild-swans fly.This is a world where the thorn hangs onWhen the rose, its twin, is gone, is gone. Good-bye—good-bye—good-bye.
Good-bye, if it please you, sir, good-bye.You are here and away—I care not why.This is a world where a man has his will,A world where a woman had best be still. Good-bye—good-bye—good-bye.