Farewell, A. 
By Wolfe, Charles. 


Go, forget me: why should sorrow
O'er that brow a darkness fling?
Go, forget me; and tomorrow
Brightly smile and sweetly sing;
Smile -though I shall not be near thee,
Sing -though I shall never hear thee.
May thy soul with pleasure shine,
Lasting as the gloom of mine.

Like the sun, thy presence glowing
Clothes the meanest things in light,
And when thou, like him, art going,
Loveliest objects fade in night.
All things look so bright about thee
That they nothing seem without thee:
By that pure and lucid mind
Earthly things were too refined.

Go, thou vision, wildly gleaming,
Softly on my soul that fell;
Go, for me no longer beaming;
Hope and Beauty, fare ye well!
Go, and all that once delighted
Take, and leave me all benighted, - 
Glory's burning generous swell,
Fancy, and the poet's shell.