<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396103" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fare Thee Well</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fare thee well! and if for ever,<br>Still for ever, fare thee well:<br>Even though unforgiving, never<br>'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would that breast were bared before thee<br>Where thy head so oft hath lain.<br>While that placid sleep came o'er thee<br>Which thou ne'er canst know again;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would that breast, by thee glanced over,<br>Every inmost thought could show!<br>Then thou wouldst at last discover<br>'Twas not well to spurn it so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the world for this commend thee--<br>Though it smile upon the blow,<br>Even its praises must offend thee, <br>Founded on another's woe:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though my many faults defaced me,<br>Could no other arm be found,<br>Than the one which once embraced me,<br>To inflict a cureless wound?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not;<br>Love may sink by slow decay,<br>But by sudden wrench, believe not<br>Hearts can thus be torn away:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still thine own its life retaineth,<br>Still must mine, though bleeding, beat;<br>And the undying thought which paineth<br>Is - that we no more may meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are words of deeper sorrow<br>Than the wail above the dead;<br>Both shall live, but every morrow<br>Wake us from a widow'd bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when thou wouldst solace gather,<br>When our child's first accents flow,<br>Wilt thou teach her to say 'Father!' <br>Though his care she must forego?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When her little hands shall press thee,<br>When her lip to thine is press'd<br>Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee,<br>Think of him thy love had bless'd! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should her lineaments resemble<br>Those thou never more may'st see,<br>Then thy heart will softly tremble<br>With a pulse yet true to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All my faults perchance thou knowest,<br>All my madness none can know;<br>All my hopes where'er thou goest,<br>Wither, yet with thee they go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every feeling hath been shaken;<br>Pride, which not a world could bow,<br>Bows to thee--by thee forsaken,<br>Even my soul forsakes me now:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But 'tis done--all words are idle­<br>Words from me are vainer still;<br>But the thoughts we cannot bridle <br>Force their way without the will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fare thee well! thus disunited,<br>Torn from every nearer tie<br>Sear 'd in heart, and lone, and blighted,<br>More than this I scarce can die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396103" data-title="Fare Thee Well de Byron" data-description="Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain. While that placid sleep came o'er thee Wh..."></div> </div> </div>

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