| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XIII. Farewell
Pain and Time strive not | | By William Morris (1834–1896) |
| | | WHAT part of the dread eternity | |
| Are those strange minutes that I gain, | |
| Mazed with the doubt of love and pain, | |
| When I thy delicate face may see, | |
| A little while before farewell? | 5 |
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| What share of the world’s yearning-tide | |
| That flash, when new day bare and white | |
| Blots out my half-dream’s faint delight, | |
| And there is nothing by my side, | |
| And well remembered is farewell? | 10 |
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| What drop in the grey flood of tears | |
| That time, when the long day toiled through, | |
| Worn out, shows nought for me to do, | |
| And nothing worth my labour bears | |
| The longing of that last farewell? | 15 |
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| What pity from the heavens above, | |
| What heed from out eternity, | |
| What word from the swift world for me? | |
| Speak, heed, and pity, O tender love, | |
| Who knew’st the days before farewell! | 20 | | | |
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