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Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
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Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
Till then, good-night!
You wish the time were now? And I.
You do not blush to wish read more
Till then, good-night!
You wish the time were now? And I.
You do not blush to wish it so?
You would have blush'd yourself to death
To own so much a year ago.
What! both these snowy hands? ah, then
I'll have to say, Good-night again.
Let's not unman each other--part at once;
All farewells should be sudden, when forever,
Else they make read more
Let's not unman each other--part at once;
All farewells should be sudden, when forever,
Else they make an eternity of moments,
And clog the last sad sands of life with tears.
She went her unremembering way,
She went and left in me
The pang of all the partings read more
She went her unremembering way,
She went and left in me
The pang of all the partings gone,
And partings yet to be.
Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well.
Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well.
We two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years.
We two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years.
Say good-bye er howdy-do--
What's the odds betwixt the two?
Comin'--goin'--every day--
Best friends read more
Say good-bye er howdy-do--
What's the odds betwixt the two?
Comin'--goin'--every day--
Best friends first to go away--
Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold
Than their weight in solid gold,
Slips their grip while greetin' you,--
Say good-bye er howdy-do?
Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe?
Shall I bid her goe and spare not?
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Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe?
Shall I bid her goe and spare not?
Oh no, no, no, I dare not.
But in vain she did conjure him,
To depart her presence so,
Having a thousand tongues t' read more
But in vain she did conjure him,
To depart her presence so,
Having a thousand tongues t' allure him
And but one to bid him go.
When lips invite,
And eyes delight,
And cheeks as fresh as rose in June,
Persuade delay,--
What boots to say
Forego me now, come to me soon.