Farewell My Joy
Farewell, my joy! For other hearts the Spring
For other eyes the roses; but for me
The iron gate, the shadowy cypress-tree
The solemn dirge that cloistered voices sing
Farewell, my joy! Alas, I loved thee well!
For no light matter had I let thee go
I cherished thee in rain, and wind, and snow
I bound thee to my breast with many a spell
Hail and farewell, my joy! If I might give
To one sweet friend the rapture that I miss
Read in her eyes that ecstasy of bliss
Tho' death were in my own, I yet should live