Sounds of the seas grow fainter, <br /> Sounds of the sands have sped; <br />The sweep of gales, <br />The far white sails, <br /> Are silent, spent and dead. <br /> <br />Sounds of the days of summer <br /> Murmur and die away, <br />And distance hides <br />The long, low tides, <br /> As night shuts out the day.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-bye-3/
