A farewell
A. Roussel
If thou insist then we will say farewell...
Nay, nay, no more! the truth too clear I see,
And I'll have thee no lies of kindness tell,
To make me think I should blame Chance, not thee.
Think not that this goodbye doth sound my knell,
Thou'll weep as much as I and more may be.
No: I will live, although it be in hell,
In hell, awaiting thy return to me.