Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal avail'd on high,
Mine will not all be lost in air,
But waft thy name beyond the sky.
Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh:
Oh! more than tears of blood can tell,
When wrung from guilt's expiring eye,
Are in that word--Farewell!--Farewell!

These lips are mute, these eyes are dry;
But in my breast and in my brain,
Awake the pangs that pass not by,
The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.
My soul nor deigns nor dares complain
Though grief and passion there rebel;
I only know we loved in vain--
I only feel--Farewell!--Farewell!

by George Gordon Byron

Comments (7)

Congratulations on having your piece chosen as Poem of the day. Nice work. :)
Your poem just blew me away, heart and soul.
A sign will tell! Nice work.
Last two lines a superb ending to a very fine poem. Well done on Poem of the Day, Naveed. It's a very uplifting piece.
Congrats on poem of the day, Naveed
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