When you go away, my friend, <br />When you say your last good-bye, <br />Then the summer time will end, <br />And the winter will be nigh. <br /> <br />Though the green grass decks the heather, <br />And the birds sing all the day, <br />There will be no summer weather <br />After you have gone away. <br /> <br />When I look into your eyes, <br />I shall thrill with deepest pain, <br />Thinking that beneath the skies <br />I may never look again. <br /> <br />You will feel a moment's sorrow, <br />I shall feel a lasting grief; <br />You forgetting on the morrow, <br />I to mourn with no relief. <br /> <br />When we say the last sad word, <br />And you are no longer near, <br />And the winds and all the birds <br />Cannot keep the summer here, <br /> <br />Life will lose its full completeness--- <br />Lose it not for you, but me; <br />All the beauty and the sweetness <br />Each can hold, I shall not see.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-go-away-2/
