Classic Poem

[ A WOMAN'S SONG .]

G OOD-BY , if it please you, sir, good-by.
This is a world where the wild-swans fly.
This is a world where the thorn hangs on
When the rose, its twin, is gone, is gone.
Good-by — good-by — good-by.

Good-by, if it please you, sir, good-by.
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-by — good-by — good-by.

Good-by, if it please you, sir, good-by.
This is a world where — we see the sky;
After a while the stars will fall,
And the end will — make an end of it all!
Good-by — good-by — good-by.