Classic Poem

Mary farewell! Like the ill-omened toll
Of tocsin, curfew hour, or passing bell
That word of fear and misery strikes the soul
With an unutterable pang — Farewell!

Farewell! to one so lov'd, so idolized,
So praised — so flatter'd — humble verse can tell
No novelty — thou know'st how thou art prized —
How much thou wilt be missed & mourned — Farewell!

Farewell! Farewell! the parting hour is nigh,
When silently, the bursting heart must swell,
With all that Earth but utters in a sigh,
The exstacy of wretchedness! — Farewell!

Farewell! once more — how many an hour of years
Are in those words! O! that they were a spell
To save thy heart from woe — thine eyes from tears —
And I would die in breathing them! — Farewell!

Farewell! farewell! — if on the loveliest scene
At Twilight's hour, the Day's departing knell,
Should but recall the half of all I've been,
Wilt thou not long for me? — Farewell! farewell!