Evening Songs (1920)/65
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LXV
He’s going far from home,
With sorrow laden;
He turns yet and looks back—
Good-bye, dear maiden!
He turns yet and looks back,
His kerchief waving;
With kerchief he dries yet
Eyes in tears laving.
And now behind him closed
A foreign region
As in the sky the lark
Gets lost to vision.
He’s gone, but he’ll come back
Again, joy-laden—
But ere he will return—
Good-bye, dear maiden!