There is no need to say good-bye,
And weep;
There is no call on us for tear or sigh.
Men say: Just as ye sow, so shall ye reap.
Is that, think you, a lie?

Now fate points out our different ways,
And so
We leave the spot where glamour clothed the days—
Leave for those duller worlds that lie below,
With something like amaze.

No use to curse; whatever crossed
Our way,
No need for words; when hearts are tempest-tossed—
But those alone may know the cost, who pay,
And bankrupt, pay the cost.

More verses by John Philip Bourke