Farewell.
The boat went drifting, drifting, over the
sleeping
sea,1
sea,1
And the man that I loved the dearest, sat in the boat
with me.2
with me.2
The shadow of coming parting hung over the great
grey swell,3
grey swell,3
And the winds that swept across it, sobbed on,
farewell, farewell.4
farewell, farewell.4
The boat went drifting, drifting, in the lingering
northern night,5
northern night,5
And the face that I loved the dearest, paled with
the
paling light.6
paling light.6
We strove to join light laughter ; we strove to wake
a jest ;7
a jest ;7
But the voice that I loved the dearest, rang sadly
mid the rest.8
mid the rest.8
The boat went drifting, drifting, while the dull skies
lowered down,9
lowered down,9
And the “ ragged rims of thunder ” gave the rooky
head a crown.10
head a crown.10
The boat went drifting, drifting, while to the darken-
ing sky11
ing sky11
For the man that I loved the dearest, the prayer
rose silently.12
rose silently.12
Oh, true, strong hand I touch no more ; brave smile
I may not see ;13
I may not see ;13
Will the God who governs time and tide bring him
back to my life and me ?14
back to my life and me ?14