Fools! must we ever quarrel with our fate, <br />Too late <br />Reading the worth of what we did despise, <br />And wise <br />At the journey's end to weep it scarce begun <br />When done? <br /> <br />No more! 'Tis ever the same story told <br />As of old. <br />Children, we used to wish our childhood past: <br />At last <br />It ended, as this journey ends, and we <br />Are free. <br /> <br />Shall we lament? It were an idle tale <br />To wail. <br />Can we be wise? Oh wisdom comes too late, <br />And fate <br />Answers our wicked prayer for liberty: <br />``Good--bye.''<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-bye-135/
