It seems a little word to say - <br />FAREWELL--but may it not, when said, <br />Be like the kiss we give the dead, <br />Before they pass the doors for aye? <br /> <br />Who knows if, on some after day, <br />Your lips shall utter in its stead <br />A welcome, and the broken thread <br />Be joined again, the selfsame way? <br /> <br />The word is said, I turn to go, <br />But on the threshold seem to hear <br />A sound as of a passing bell, <br />Tolling monotonous and slow, <br />Which strikes despair upon my ear, <br />And says it is a last farewell.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-presentiment/
