ADIEU, Madame! The moon of May <br />Wanes now above the orchard grey; <br />The white May-blossoms fall like snow, <br />As Love foretold a month ago-- <br />Or was it only yesterday? <br /> <br /> <br />All pleasant things must pass away; <br />You would not, surely, have me stay? <br />I own I shun the inference! No! <br />Adieu, Madame! <br /> <br /> <br />Come, dry your eyes, for not this way <br />Should end your pretty pastoral play. <br />You have no heart--you told me so-- <br />And I adore you, as you know; <br />Smile, while I break my heart and say <br />Adieu, Madame!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-248/
