Pardon the faults in me, For the love of years ago: Good by. I must drift across the sea, I must sink into the snow, I must die. You can bask in this sun, You can drink wine, and eat: Good by. I must gird myself and run, Though with unready feet: I must die. Blank sea to sail upon, Cold bed to sleep in: Good by. While you clasp, I must be gone For all your weeping: I must die. A kiss for one friend, And a word for two,-- Good by:-- A lock that you must send, A kindness you must do: I must die. Not a word for you, Not a lock or kiss, Good by. We, one, must part in two: Verily d**h is this: I must die.