A Man's Good-Bye

Do you think, dear, as you say     Such a light good-bye to-day,     That this parting time may be     Mayhaps less to you, than me?     What a wonder of surprise     Looks out from your sunny eyes.     'Just a nice acquaintance.'    So     We have called it, dear, I know.     Now you end it with a word,     While my inmost soul is stirred.     No -you cannot understand.     But, dear, as I touch your hand,     Listening to your light good-bye,     All a man's roused passions cry     Like a tiger, stirred, at bay.     Oh! you draw your hand away.     'I've no right to speak so?'    Pray     Was it your right day by day     By your sweet coquettish arts     To invade my heart of hearts?     It is death to let you go.     You will hate me, dear, I know;     But I swear, ere you go hence,     I will have some recompense.     For those fires you lit in vain,     Cheeks and lips shall bear the stain     Of my kisses till you die.     Go now! this is my good-bye.