Good-bye, good-bye; it is not hard to part! <br />You have my heart--the heart that leaps to hear <br />Your name called by an echo in a dream; <br />You have my soul that, like an untroubled stream, <br />Reflects your soul that leans so dear, so near - <br />Your heartbeats set the rhythm for my heart. <br /> <br />What more could Life give if we gave her leave <br />To give, and Life should give us leave to take? <br />Only each other's arms, each other's eyes, <br />Each other's lips, the clinging secrecies <br />That are but as the written words to make <br />Records of what the heart and soul achieve. <br /> <br />This, only this we yield, my love, my friend, <br />To Fate's implacable eyes and withering breath. <br />We still are yours and mine, though, by Time's theft, <br />My arms are empty and your arms bereft. <br />It is not hard to part--not harder than Death; <br />And each of us must face Death in the end!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-farewell-18/
