"Ay, fare thee well! perhaps forever!
     Though hope will sweetly smile and say not so;
But now we part! and never, never
     Can I forget thee even should I go
Where the last billow waves its giddy head;
     And O, if memory be cherished by the dead,
     By spirit gone, eternity,
     As a fond dream, will be dear to me.

Wilt thou e'er think of me, when I am gone;
     And in thine orisons remember one
Who has some faults nay many, but who still
     Sins most, perhaps, in loving but too well
Aught of earth's treasures, both through good and ill,
     In wildly loving thee! farewell, farewell!

S.M. Edelen