'Farewell and adieu' was the burden
Long since in the chant of a home-faring crew;
And the heart in us echoes, with laughing or wailing, Farewell and adieu.
Each year that we live shall we sing it anew,
With a water untravelled before us for
And a water behind us that wrecks may bestrew.
The stars of the past and the beacons are paling,
The heavens and the waters are hoarier of hue:
But the heart in us chants not an all unavailing Farewell and adieu.
