When the glad sun looks smiling from the sky, <br />Upon each shadowy glen, and sunny height, <br />And that you tread those well-known paths, where I <br />Have strayed with you, do not forget me quite. <br />When the warm hearth throws its bright glow around, <br />On many a smiling cheek, and glance of light, <br />And the gay laugh wakes with its silver sound <br />The soul of mirth—do not forget me quite. <br />You will not miss me: for with you remain <br />Hearts fond and warm, and spirits young and bright; <br />'Tis but one word—'farewell,' and all again <br />Will seem the same, yet don't forget me quite. <br /> <br />To ------. 'Oh! turn those eyes away from me!' <br />Oh! turn those eyes away from me! <br />Though sweet, yet fearful are their rays; <br />And though they beam so tenderly, <br />I feel, I tremble 'neath their gaze. <br />Oh, turn those eyes away! for though <br />To meet their glance I may not dare, <br />I know their light is on my brow, <br />By the warm blood that mantles there.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-friends-at-parting/
