The End Of The Episode
There is no need to say good-bye,
There is no call on us for tear or sigh.
Men say: Just as ye sow, so shall ye reap.
Is that, think you, a lie?
Now fate points out our different ways,
We leave the spot where glamour clothed the days—
Leave for those duller worlds that lie below,
With something like amaze.
No use to curse; whatever crossed
No need for words; when hearts are tempest-tossed—
But those alone may know the cost, who pay,
And bankrupt, pay the cost.