| Poems by Women |
A FAREWELL
Thou wilt not look on me?
Ah, well! the world is wide;
The rivers still
are rolling free,
Song and the sword abide;
And who sets forth to sail the
sea
Shall follow with the tide.
Thrall of my darkling day,
I vassalage fulfil:
Seeking the myrtle and
the bay,
(They thrive when hearts are chill!)
The straitness of the
narrowing way,
The house where all is still.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
