Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well:
Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.
Would that breast were bared before thee
Where thy head so oft hath lain,
While that placid sleep came o'er thee
Which thou ne'er canst know again:
Would that breast, by thee glanced over,
Every inmost thought could show!
Then thou wouldst at last discover
'Twas not well to spurn it so.
Though the world for this commend thee -
Though it smile upon the blow,
Even its praise must offend thee,
Founded on another's woe:
Though my many faults defaced me,
Could no other arm be found,
Than the one which once embraced me,
To inflict a cureless wound?
Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not;
Love may sink by slow decay,
But by sudden wrench, believe not
Hearts can thus be torn away:
Still thine own its life retaineth,
Still must mine, though bleeding, beat;
And the undying thought which paineth
Is - that we no more may meet.
These are words of deeper sorrow
Than the wail above the dead;
Both shall live, but every morrow
Wake us from a widowed bed.
And when thou wouldst solace gather,
When our child's first accents flow,
Wilt thou teach her to say "Father!"
Though his care she must forego?
When her little hands shall press thee,
When her lip to thine is pressed,
Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee,
Think of him thy love had blessed!
Should her lineaments resemble
Those thou never more may'st see,
Then thy heart will softly tremble
With a pulse yet true to me.
All my faults perchance thou knowest,
All my madness none can know;
All my hopes, where'er thou goest,
Wither, yet with thee they go.
Every feeling hath been shaken;
Pride, which not a world could bow,
Bows to thee - by thee forsaken,
Even my soul forsakes me now:
But 'tis done - all words are idle -
Words from me are vainer still;
But the thoughts we cannot bridle
Force their way without the will.
Fare thee well! thus disunited,
Torn from every nearer tie.
Seared in heart, and lone, and blighted,
More than this I scarce can die
Lord Byron
There is no-one left in the world that I can hold onto
There is really no-one left at all, there is only you
And if you leave me now, you leave all that we were undone.
There is really no-one left, you are the only one.
And still the hardest part for you, to put your trust in me
I love you more than I can say, why won't you just believe?
The Cure - Trust
We all lose ourselves sometimes Moriaty -
When you're amongst the crowds - whoosh
Whoosh whoosh or out in the fields with the
Lonely wind or below the shadows with the
Soft twinkle of stars - we all lose ourselves
Sometimes.
It can catch you by surprise, in the heat of
The day, make you force a smile then lie
Back down, back to the old earth, toes
Towards heavens wonder.
It can catch you as you twist into the arms
And warm embrace of another - so that
Within two even then you are lost without
Purpose or way.
It can catch you like a single raindrop
Falling from a perfect sky, or a single wave
Atop a pristine ocean. Yes, even there you
Can lose yourself.
Forget your name, forget your birth, like
You were never there, forget your footsteps
And lose your shadow until there is
Nothing, not a glint, not even the tiniest
Trace.
You can lose yourself.
In the breeze of the flap of a solitary
Angel's wing, like a decaying chord struck
On a distant piano, like a falling star, like a
Rolling tear or a yapping dog run off down
Another alley.
You can lose yourself Moriaty.
You can turn around and you'll be gone,
Gone, gone.
Even the great ones have lost themselves,
Even those that know all the answers to all
The riddles, know the paths of the human
Heart, and the voices that speak in foreign
Tongues, even them, they lose themselves.
Beneath the watchful eyes of gods and
Saviors, from under the noses of teachers
And devils you can go.
There are no maps, no secret routes, no
Planned itineraries, no right or wrong but
You can lose yourself.
It's true I tell you.
When your feet are burning and you've
Walked too far, when you've covered all the
Bases, when you think you're there, when a
Baby smiles or a butterfly dies, or a puddle
Ripples when a clock goes around and
Round, when the moon winks in an azure
Sky when a moment passes, when angels
Fly, you can lose yourself.
