Farewell
Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been-- A sound which makes us linger; yet, farewell! "My task is done—my song hath ceased—my theme Has died into an echo; it is fit The spell should break of this protracted dream. The torch shall be extinguished which hath lit My midnight lamp—and what is writ, is writ,-- Would it were worthier! but I am not now That which I have been—and my visions flit Less palpably before me—and the glow Which in my Spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low. Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been-- A sound which makes us linger;—yet—farewell! Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 37x27x14cm Porcelain with Gold Lustre |
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