Poems (Truesdell)/Farewell

by Helen Truesdell

For works with similar titles, see Farewell.

FAREWELL.

"Farewell! we shall not meet again,
 As we are parting now,—
I must my beating heart restrain,
 Must veil my burning brow."—L. E. L.

Farewell! the sorrow of that tone
 Falls sadly on mine ear:
It was not hard to learn to love,
 But hard to learn to fear.

Oh! sad indeed, to doubt the faith
 Of one once loved so well,—
There's anguish in the very thought,
 And madness in the spell.

That seems to wreath itself around
 This wounded heart of mine,
Alas, that 'mid our dearest joys
 A dark wreath should entwine!

When first I met thee, thou didst seem
 All that was fond and gay;
Thy gentle voice, thy winning mien
 Could chase e'en care away.

But now, thy voice has ceased to charm;
 Thy mien is cold and proud;
And that once sunny brow of thine
 Forever wears a cloud.

What changed thee thus?—what changed thee thus
 I can not dare surmise:
Perhaps thou hast found a faire face?
 Perhaps some brighter eyes?

Oh, yes, they tell me thou art false,
 And love another now!
Then be it so, I'll wear again
 The cypress round my brow.

When others join the festive train,
 And seek bright hours to keep,
I'll turn me to my silent home,
 In solitude to weep.