Lyrics

Love me no more, now let the god depart, If love be grown so bitter to your tongue! Here is my hand; I bid you from my heart Fare well, fare very well, be always young. As for myself, mine was a deeper drouth: I drank and thirsted still; but I surmise My kisses now are sand against your mouth, Teeth in your palm and pennies on your eyes. Speak but one cruel word, to shame my tears; Go, but in going, stiffen up my back To meet the yelping of the mustering years — Dim, trotting shapes that seldom will attack Two with a light who match their steps and sing: To one alone and lost, another thing.