Pardon the faults in me, <br />For the love of years ago: <br />Good-bye. <br />I must drift across the sea, <br />I must sink into the snow, <br />I must die. <br /> <br />You can bask in this sun, <br />You can drink wine, and eat: <br />Good-bye. <br />I must gird myself and run, <br />Though with unready feet: <br />I must die. <br /> <br />Blank sea to sail upon, <br />Cold bed to sleep in: <br />Good-bye. <br />While you clasp, I must be gone <br />For all your weeping: <br />I must die. <br /> <br />A kiss for one friend, <br />And a word for two,— <br />Good-bye:— <br />A lock that you must send, <br />A kindness you must do: <br />I must die. <br /> <br />Not a word for you, <br />Not a lock or kiss, <br />Good-bye. <br />We, one, must part in two; <br />Verily death is this: <br />I must die.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wife-to-husband/
