Fare The Well, Love.

Fare thee well, love!— We must sever!

Nor for years, love; but for ever!

We must meet no more — or only

Meet as strangers — sad and lonely.

Fare thee well!

Fare thee well, love!— How I languish

For the cause of all my anguish!

None have ever met and parted

So forlorn and broken-hearted.

Fare thee well!

Fare thee well, love — Till I perish

All my truth for thee I'll cherish;

And, when thou my requiem hearest,

Know till death I loved thee, dearest.

Fare thee well!

Thou Hast Woven the Spell.

Thou hast woven the spell that hath bound me,

Through all the sad changes of years;

And the smiles that I wore when I found thee,

Have faded and melted in tears!

Like the poor, wounded fawn from the mountain,

That seeks out the clear silver tide,

I have lingered in vain at the fountain

Of hope — with a shaft in my side!

Thou hast taught me that Love's rosy fetters

A pang from the thorns may impart;

That the coinage of vows and of letters

Comes not from the mint of the heart.

Like the lone bird that flutters her pinion,

And warbles in bondage her strain,

I have struggled to fly thy domain,

But find that the struggle is vain!