I LEAVE the world to-morrow,— <br /> What news for Fairyland? <br />I’m tired of dust and sorrow <br /> And folk on every hand. <br /> <br />A moon more calm and splendid <br /> Moves there through deeper skies, <br />By maiden stars attended <br /> She peaces goddes-wise. <br /> <br />And there no wrath oppresses, <br /> And there no teardrops start, <br />There cool winds breathe caresses, <br /> That soothe the weary heart. <br /> <br />The wealth the mad world follows <br /> Turns ashes in the hand <br />Of him who sees the hollows <br /> And glades of Fairyland. <br /> <br />And pine boughs sigh no sorrow <br /> Where fairy rotas play,— <br />I leave the world to-morrow <br /> For ever and a day.<br /><br />Enid Derham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-17/
