Go by! but go not lightly; as you pass
Send back such gleam as the departing sun
Pours down the hill-slopes where the fading grass
Turns to a path of gold. The day is done
And evening stars come on. Yet you shall rise
Tomorrow to a world once more complete.
And green shall be the valleys to your eyes
And fair shall be the paths before your feet.
But as you tread your way across the earth,
Look back sometimes, beloved, and recall
I taught you love and laughter at their worth;
And of the bitterness, I knew it all
And would have spared you, had the power been mine ...
Dreams, dreams again! There is no anodyne.