FAREWELL
Reading edition
My portion has been joy, but woe Will come full soon. Serene as any winter moon Have been my years, and coursing slow. But all my vestment gold and blue I must put off, and take to me Your sad dull raiment void of hue, O paradise, from thee I go, And world so grievous, hail to thee! O fools that never look with pain On what has been! My playmates all, with joyous mien, Haste to their realm of mist and rain; While I do grieve to pipe no more Of all that glad and gay may be And all that world of happy lore; From sunny woods I am not fain To voyage on the winter sea. 1914.