Glad Be Our Goodbye

When I am gone, and swift the train has curved
Behind the bend,
It may be that my light goodby has served
To mark the end;
For Death has posts along the way: they rise
In stony white,
And signal unto unexpectant eyes,
Eternal night.
Sweet, seek not further of this mystery:
What will be, will.
My own true lover, and my heart-queen be
My sweetheart still.
For there is naught in any world that counts
For gain or loss,
Save as it counts for love, for love that mounts
Or throne or cross,
And martyr-lives or hero dreams are spent
In vain,
Save as they plead for love and love's content,
Or love's sweet pain.
And come I never or come I soon,
My sweet,
Send your love after me by night and noon,
My love to meet.
And if the realm of darkness be perchance
Their meeting place,
Two stars as one they'll light the black expanse,
And love's path trace
Unto the Paradise of spirits clad
In endless bliss.
So glad be our goodby, and sweet and glad
Our parting kiss.