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Good-Bye My Fancy!

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,

So Good-bye my Fancy.

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 reallyblended into one;

Then if we die we die together, (yes,we'll remain one,)If we go anywhere we'll be better off and blither, and learn something,

May-be it is yourself now really ushering meto the true songs, (who knows?)May-be it is you the mortal knob really undoing, turning-so now finally,

Good-bye-and hail! my Fancy!

Whitman wrote this poem in 1891,a year before his death.

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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman (May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892) was an American poet, essayist, and journalist. A humanist, he was a part of the transition between…
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