Part 2 — GOOD-BYE.
Reading edition
(To Miss E E.)
I cannot write, my tears are flowing fast, Yet weeping is unnatural to me; Oh! that this hour of bitterness was past— The parting hour with all I love and thee
If I had never met or loved thee so, To part would not have caused me this sharp pain; Parting so oft occurring here below, And they who part so seldom meet again.
Yet over land or sea, where'er I go, My home, my friends, shall flit before my eyes— And oft I anxiously shall wish to know, If in thy bosom thoughts of me arise.
Oh, I will think of bygone days of glee, Though on each point of bitter sorrow driven; I will not bid thee to remember me, But oh! see to it that we meet in Heaven.
1844.