GOODBYE
mvt 6 from “Fire Flowers”

Sounds of the seas grow fainter, 
Sounds of the sands have sped; 
The sweep of gales, 
The far white sails, 
Are silent, spent and dead. 

Sounds of the days of summer 
Murmur and die away, 
And distance hides 
The long, low tides, 
As night shuts out the day.

Emily Pauline Johnson (1861-1913)
Canadian poet of the Mohawk Nation