Rainbows (Custance)/After the Dance

by Olive Custance

After the Dance

 

Good-bye . . .
I shall regret you:
To love you, dear, is vain;
I never should have met you.
Good-bye . . .
And so I must forget you
Till you come back again.

Good-bye . . .
I say it sadly,
You do not understand.
Your answer rings so gladly
"Good-bye!"
And yet my heart beats madly
Because you take my hand.

How near the cold Dawn hovers.
Her hooded silver head
Too swiftly she uncovers.
Good-bye . . .
Oh, friend, we might be lovers
If one brave word were said.