|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Farewell! Farewell! Through keen delights|
It strikes two hearts, this word of woe,
Through every joy of life it smites,
Why, sometime, they will know.
|Farewell! The lonely word that parts|
Binds two in silence ever fast;
Each throbs to each, these sundered hearts,
One in the sacred past.