Farewell

Farewell! I breathe that wonted prayer, But oh! though countless leagues divide Our gaze, our grasp, they shall not tear My soul, my spirit, from thy side. Waking or sleeping, thou shalt own My fervour hovers round thee still; And when thou deem'st thyself alone, My whispers shall the silence fill. And as, in summer's ardent days, The sun withdraws not all his light, But, long past setting, twilight rays, Lingering, illumine half the night; So shall our Love's enduring glow Through lonely hours its radiance pour, O'er our dark lot some comfort throw, Until we blend and burn once more.