Classic Poem

Good-bye my Fancy!
Farewell dear mate, dear love!
I'm going away, I know not where,
Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again,
So Good-bye my Fancy.

Now for my last--let me look back a moment;
The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me,
Exit, nightfall, and soon the heart-thud stopping.
Long have we lived, joyed, caressed together;
Delightful!--now separation--Good-bye my Fancy.

Yet let me not be too hasty,
Long indeed have we lived, slept, filtered, become really blended into one;
Then if we die together (yes, we'll remain one),
If we go anywhere we'll go together to meet what happens,
Maybe we'll be better off and blither, and learn something,

Maybe it is yourself now really ushering me to the true songs, (who knows?),
Maybe it is you the mortal knob really undoing, turning--so now finally,
Good-bye--and hail! my Fancy.