Mark Twain (Марк Твен)

To Jennie

Good-bye! a kind good-bye,
I bid you now, my friend,
And though 'tis sad to speak the word,
To destiny I bend

And though it be decreed by Fate
That we ne'er meet again,
Your image, graven on my heart,
Forever shall remain.

Aye, in my heart thoult have a place,
Among the friends held dear,-
Nor shall the hand of Time efface
The memories written there.
Goodbye,
S.L.C.

1. Ode to Stephen Dowling Bots, Dec'd
2. Those Annual Bills
3. The Aged Pilot Man
4. A Sweltering Day in Australia
5. Genius

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