 | Collected poems of Thomas Hardy |  |
SAYING GOOD-BYE
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We are always saying
“Good-bye, good-bye!”
In work, in playing,
In gloom, in gaying:
At many a stage
Of pilgrimage
From youth to age
We say, “Good-bye,
Good-bye!”
“Good-bye, good-bye!”
In work, in playing,
In gloom, in gaying:
At many a stage
Of pilgrimage
From youth to age
We say, “Good-bye,
Good-bye!”
We are undiscerning
Which go to sigh,
Which will be yearning
For soon returning;
And which no more
Will dark our door,
Or tread our shore,
But go to die,
To die.
Which go to sigh,
Which will be yearning
For soon returning;
And which no more
Will dark our door,
Or tread our shore,
But go to die,
To die.
Some come from roaming
With joy again;
Some, who come homing
By stealth at gloaming,
Had better have stopped
Till death, and dropped
By strange hands propped,
Than come so fain,
So fain.
With joy again;
Some, who come homing
By stealth at gloaming,
Had better have stopped
Till death, and dropped
By strange hands propped,
Than come so fain,
So fain.
So, with this saying,
“Good-bye, good-bye,”
We speed their waying
Without betraying
Our grief, our fear
No more to hear
From them, close, clear,
Again: “Good-bye,
Good-bye!”
“Good-bye, good-bye,”
We speed their waying
Without betraying
587
No more to hear
From them, close, clear,
Again: “Good-bye,
Good-bye!”
| Collected poems of Thomas Hardy | |