Beannacht leat! br br I hold your hand in mine, I say br The parting words this parting day– br And if a sob be stifled, Dear, br I pray you turn aside, nor hear– br I would be brave, and yet, and yet, br Can we two sunder without regret? br br Beannacht leat! br br May every vagrant wind a-stir br Between us be a messenger, br Each falling wild-rose petal blow br A haunting perfume where you go, br And all the brown birds in the blue br Sing memories of me to you.