Bevington, L. S. "For Freedom’s Sake"
in Poems, Lyrics and Sonnets. London: Elliot Stock, 1882
Article published on 5 May 2005
last modification on 24 April 2015
For freedom’s sake, farewell. I would not fret youWith a dim sense of bonds about your heart;Be freed of all my loving; let us part;Let nothing chain your conscience, nor beset you.A little while, may be, I must regret you;A little while — a little tender whilePerchance the tears will well up when I smileIn whispering your name, ere I forget you.But we have chosen freedom; so I makeHere, — as we part for weeks, for years, for life, —- My promise: I will whet my will’s keen knifeAnd one by one all memory’s fetters break.Ah! go. Forget, forgive love’s lingering strife!One kiss? - our last. Goodbye, - "for freedom’s sake."