SONG OF GOOD-BYE

The ship is speeding fast from out the bay,

Instead of thine, I feel a kiss of spray;

My face is lashed by salt winds from the sea,

My eyes are wet with parting now from thee.

O Husband Sweetheart! send to me a thought —

Some loving word, perchance my lips have taught!

The evening fades to purple, darkly blue,

The air is chill, a few white stars creep through

The steely buckler of the northern sky;

One lonely sound recurs — a sew-mew's cry.

O Husband Sweetheart! send thy heart to me

Across this tireless, surging, tossing sea!

To-night we're severed, many miles apart:

I wonder, canst thou rest, my Dearest Heart?

In Court of Dreams perhaps we'll briefly meet

And kiss upon the Borderland of Sleep.

O Husband Sweetheart! say for me a prayer —

God give you peace, and have you in His care!