Farewell

Thou goest; to what distant place

Wilt thou thy sunlight carry?

I stay with cold and clouded face:

How long am I to tarry?

Where'er thou goest, morn will be;

Thou leavest night and gloom to me.

The night and gloom I can but take;

I do not grudge thy splendor:

Bid souls of eager men awake;

Be kind and bright and tender.

Give day to other worlds; for me

It must suffice to dream of thee.