"Farewell"

If ever a fondest player
For other weal availed on high
My will not all be lost in air
But waft thy name beyond the sky
Twere vain to weep to speak to sigh
Oh, more than tears of blood can tell
When wrung from guilt's expiring eye
Are in the words farewell, farewell.

These lips are mute these eyes are dry
But in my breast and in my brain
Await the pangs that pass not by
The thought that nair shall sleep again
My soul nor dains nor dares complain
Though grief and passion there rebel,
I only know we loved in vain
I only fear farewell, farewell.

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