The coach is at the door at last; <br />The eager children, mounting fast <br />And kissing hands, in chorus sing: <br />Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! <br /> <br />To house and garden, field and lawn, <br />The meadow-gates we swang upon, <br />To pump and stable, tree and swing, <br />Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! <br /> <br />And fare you well for evermore, <br />O ladder at the hayloft door, <br />O hayloft where the cobwebs cling, <br />Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! <br /> <br />Crack goes the whip, and off we go; <br />The trees and houses smaller grow; <br />Last, round the woody turn we sing: <br />Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-to-the-farm/
