Yesterdays — A Man's Good-Bye

A MAN'S GOOD-BYE

Do you think, dear, as you say Such a light good-bye to-day, That this parting time may be Mayhaps less to you, than me?

What a wonder of surprise Looks out from your sunny eyes.

'Just a nice acquaintance.'

So We have called it, dear, I know.

Now you end it with a word, While my inmost soul is stirred.

No--you cannot understand.

But, dear, as I touch your hand, Listening to your light good-bye, All a man's roused passions cry Like a tiger, stirred, at bay.

Oh!

you draw your hand away.

'I've no right to speak so?'

Pray Was it _your_ right day by day By your sweet coquettish arts To invade my heart of hearts?

It is death to let you go.

You will hate me, dear, I know;

But I swear, ere you go hence, I will have some recompense.

For those fires you lit in vain, Cheeks and lips shall bear the stain Of my kisses till you die.

Go now!

this is my good-bye.