Pardon The Faults In Me, For The Love Of Years Ago: Good-Bye. I Must Drift Across The Sea, I Must Sink Into The Snow, I Must Die. You Can Bask In This Sun, You Can Drink Wine, And Eat: Good-Bye. I Must Gird Myself And Run, Though With Unready Feet: I Must Die. Blank Sea To Sail Upon, Cold Bed To Sleep In: Good-Bye. While You Clasp, I Must Be Gone For All Your Weeping: I Must Die. A Kiss For One Friend, And A Word For Two,-- Good-Bye:-- A Lock That You Must Send, A Kindness You Must Do: I Must Die. Not A Word For You, Not A Lock Or Kiss, Good-Bye. We, One, Must Part In Two; Verily Death Is This: I Must Die.