Classic Poem

The Whitheraways

SET Sail O CTOBER 15, 1890

THE Whitheraways! — That's what I'll have to call
You — sailing off, with never word at all
Of parting! — sailing 'way across the sea,
With never one good-by to me — to ME !

Sailing away from me, with no farewell! —
Ah, Parker Hitt and sister Muriel —
And Rodney, too, and little Laurance — all
Sailing away — just as the leaves, this Fall!

Well, then, I too shall sail on cheerily
As now you all go sailing o'er the sea:
I've other little friends with me on shore —
Though they but make me yearn for you the more!

And so, sometime, dear little friends afar,
When this faint voice shall reach you, and you are
All just a little homesick, you must be
As brave as I am now, and think of me!

Or, haply, if your eyes, as mine, droop low,
And would be humored with a tear or so, —
Go to your Parents , Children! let them do
The crying — 'twill be easier for them to!English