Farewell! Farewell! the voice you hear, <br />Has left its last soft tone with you,- <br />Its next must join the seaward cheer, <br />And shout among the shouting crew. <br /> <br />The accents which I scarce could form <br />Beneath your frown's controlling check, <br />Must give the word, above the storm, <br />To cut the mast, and clear the wreck. <br /> <br />The timid eye I dared not raise,- <br />The hand, that shook when press'd to thine, <br />Must point the guns upon the chase- <br />Must bid the deadly cutlass shine. <br /> <br />To all I love, or hope, or fear,- <br />Honour, or own, a long adieu! <br />To all that life has soft and dear, <br />Farewell! save memory of you!<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cleveland-s-song/
