Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/An Adieu

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792284Poems, Volume II — An AdieuFlorence Earle Coates

AN ADIEU

SORROW, quit me for a while!
Wintry days are over;
Hope again, with April smile,
Violet sows and clover.


Pleasure follows in her path,
Love itself flies after,
And the brook a music hath
Sweet as childhood's laughter.


Not a bird upon the bough
Can repress its rapture,
Not a bud that blossoms now
But doth beauty capture. . . .


Sorrow, thou art Winter's mate,
Spring cannot regret thee;
Yet, ah, yet—my friend of late—
I shall not forget thee!