Author Josephine Preston Peabody GOOD-MORNING to you, then.’(O stricken heart of her!Silence, silence, breathe for meA little breath of myrrh.)‘And so good-by again;Good-by, if you must go.’(Go after, little shade of me,And tell her that I know.) Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments