Adieu! and the sun goes awearily down,
  The mist creeps up o'er the sleepy town,
The white sails bend to the shudd'ring mere,
  And the reapers have reaped, and the night is here.

Adieu! and the years are a broken song,
  The right grows weak in the strife with wrong,
The lilies of love have a crimson stain,
  And the old days never will come again.

Adieu! where the mountains afar are dim
  'Neath the tremulous tread of the seraphim,
Shall not our querulous hearts prevail,
  That have prayed for the peace of the Holy Grail?

Adieu! Some time shall the veil between
  The things that are, and that might have been
Be folded back for our eyes to see,
  And the meaning of all be clear to me.