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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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GOOD-BYE MY FANCY!
Farewell dear mate, dear love! |
I'm going away, I know not where, |
Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again, |
Now for my last—let me look back a moment; |
The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me, |
Exit, nightfall, and soon the heart-thud stopping. |
Long have we lived, joy'd, caress'd together; |
Delightful!—now separation—Good-bye my Fancy. |
Yet let me not be too hasty, |
Long indeed have we lived, slept, filter'd, become really blended
into one;
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Then if we die we die together, (yes, we'll remain one,) |
If we go anywhere we'll go together to meet what happens, |
May-be we'll be better off and blither, and learn something, |
May-be it is yourself now really ushering me to the true songs,
(who knows?)
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May-be it is you the mortal knob really undoing, turning—so
now finally,
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Good-bye—and hail! my Fancy. |
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