WAVING whispering trees, <br />What do you say to the breeze <br />And what says the breeze to you? <br />'Mid passing souls ill at ease, <br />Moving murmuring trees, <br />Would ye ever wave an Adieu? <br />Tossing turbulent seas, <br />Winds that wrestle with these, <br />Echo heard in the shell,— <br />'Mid fleeting life ill at ease, <br />Restless ravening seas,— <br />Would the echo sigh Farewell? <br />Surging sumptuous skies, <br />For ever a new surprise, <br />Clouds eternally new,— <br />Is every flake that flies, <br />Widening wandering skies, <br />For a sign—Farewell, Adieu? <br />Sinking suffering heart <br />That know'st how weary thou art,— <br />Soul so fain for a flight,— <br />Aye, spread your wings to depart, <br />Sad soul and sorrowing heart,— <br />Adieu, Farewell, Good-night.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adieu-26/
