Classic Poem

Farewell! It is no sorrowful word.
It has never had a pang for me.
Sweet as the last song of a bird,
Soft as a wind-swell from the sea,
The word Farewell.

I part with you as oft before
I've parted with dear friends and sweet,
And now I shake (forevermore)
Your memory's gold-dust from my feet.
Farewell! farewell!

Soon I shall find a new sweet face,
And other eyes as pure and strong
As yours are now, and then a space
Of life that ripples into song,
And then farewell!

Farewell! farewell! Throw me a kiss!
How last the distance grows between!
Now memory fades — a film of bliss,
A far-off mist of silvery sheen:
Good-by! farewell!