The hour of parting is arriv'd at last.
I now must go, and ere we meet again
The woods will bend to many a wint'ry blast,
And streams will swell by gloomy storms of rain;
From lofty mountains, over vale and plain,
Full many an evening shadow will be cast;
And many a laden vessel o'er the main
Within its quiet haven shall have past.

And many a tongue unknown to thee shall talk
To me, and I shall look on many a face
That wears a smile, or turns away to weep.
And I shall stray in many a lonely walk,
And, turning to my cheerless resting place,
Wear out the night with longer care than sleep.