Classic Poem

This is a thing is true,
Everything comes to an end!
The loving of me and you,
The walking of friend and friend!

Shall I weep the greatness I knew!
Or the beauty, gathered away!
Or the truth that is only true
As the things that a man will say?

The child and the mother will die!
The wife and husband sever!
The sun will go out of the sky!
And the rain will be falling for ever!

For ever! Until the waves rear
To the skies, with a terrible tune!
And cover the earth and the air!
And wash up the beach of the moon!

Then go, for all things must end!
And this is true, as I say —
A friend will be leaving a friend!
And a man will be going away!