Farewell

Farewell! in tearless agony I part!
Beloved, the pang can cost thee little now;
The thought of triumph dwells within thy heart,
The smile of triumph plays around thy brow.

But oh ! when that is gone, when Time hath dimmed,
(If Time must dim) the glories of thine eye;
When the full cup of joy, which now is brimmed,
Drained by thine eager spirit, shall be dry;

When snows have mingled in the locks of youth,
And passion’s power no more thy heart can warm;
Where the cold world shines forth in sorrow’s truth,
And life itself is but a broken charm;

When the bright sun which gilds thy day is set,
A star’s faint lustre may resume its reign;
I am contented that thou should’st forget —
All love thee now, but I will love thee then.