They Are So Sad To Say: No Poem Tells The Agony Of Hearts That Dwells In Lone And Last Farewells. They Are Like Deaths: They Bring A Wintry Chill To Summer'S Roses, And To Summer'S Rill; And Yet We Breathe Them Still. For Pure As Altar-Lights Hearts Pass Away; Hearts! We Said To Them, "Stay With Us! Stay!" And They Said, Sighing As They Said It, "Nay." The Sunniest Days Are Shortest; Darkness Tells The Starless Story Of The Night That Dwells In Lone And Last Farewells. Two Faces Meet Here, There, Or Anywhere: Each Wears The Thoughts The Other Face May Wear; Their Hearts May Break, Breathing, "Farewell Fore'Er."