What part of dread eternity
Are those strange minutes which I gain;
Mazed with the doubt of fear and pain;
Whenas thy delicate face I see,
A little while before farewell?
What share of the world's yearning tide,
That flash, when new day bare and white
Blots out my half-dream's faint delight,
And there is nothing by my side,
And well remembered is farewell?

What drop in the grey flood of tears,
That time when the long day toiled through
Shows nought for me to do;
And nothing worth my labour bears
The longing of the last farewell?
What pity from the heavens above,
What heed from out eternity,
What word from the swift world to me?
Speak, heed and pity, O tender love,
That knew'st the days before farewell.