Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн)
Sweetheart, Good-Bye!
A Song SWEETHEART, good-bye! Our varied day Is closing into twilight gray, And up from bare, bleak wastes of sea The north-wind rises mournfully; A solemn prescience, strangely drear, Doth haunt the shuddering twilight air; It fills the earth, it chills the sky-- Sweetheart, good-bye! Sweetheart, good-bye! Our joys are passed, And night with silence comes at last; All things must end, yea,--even love-- Nor know we, if reborn above, The heart-blooms of our earthly prime Shall flower beyond these bounds of time. "Ah! death alone is sure!" we cry-- Sweetheart, good-bye! Sweetheart, good-bye! Through mists and tears Pass the pale phantoms of our years, Once bright with spring, or subtly strong When summer's noontide thrilled with song, Now wan, wild-eyed, forlornly bowed, Each rayless as an autumn cloud Fading on dull September's sky-- Sweetheart, good-bye! Sweetheart, good-bye! The vapors rolled Athwart yon distant, darkening wold Are types of what our world doth know Of tenderest loves of long ago And thus, when all is done and said, Our life lived out, our passion dead, What can their wavering record be But tinted mists of memory? Oh! clasp and kiss me ere we die-- Sweetheart, good-bye!
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