GOOD-BYE my Fancy!Farewell dear mate, dear love!I'm going away, I know not where,Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again,So Good-bye my Fancy.Now for my last—let me look back a moment;The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me,Exit, nightfall, and soon the heart-thud stopping.Long have we lived, joy'd, caress'd together;Delightful!—now separation—Good-bye my Fancy.Yet let me not be too hasty,Long indeed have we lived, slept, filter'd, become really blended into one;Then if we die we die together, (yes, we'll remain one,)If we go anywhere we'll go together to meet what happens,May-be we'll be better off and blither, and learn something,May-be it is yourself now really ushering me to the true songs, (who knows?)May-be it is you the mortal knob really undoing, turning—so now finally,Good-bye—and hail! my Fancy.