Farewell

Thou goest: to what distant place
Wilt thou thy sunlight carry?
I stay with cold and clouded face:

How long am I to tarry?
Where'er thou goest, morn will be;
Thou leavest night and gloom to me.

The night and gloom I can but take;
I do not grudge thy splendour:
Bid souls of eager men awake;

Be kind and bright and tender.
Give day to other worlds; for me
It must suffice to dream of thee.