Adieu,Adieu!MyNativeLand

by George Gordon, Lord Byron

Adieu,adieu! my native shore

Fades o'ver the waters blue;

The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,

And shrieks the wild sea-mew.

Yon sun that sets upon the sea

We follow in his flight;

Farewell awhile to him and thee,

My native Land-Good Night!

A few short hours, and he will rise

To give the morrow birth;

And I shall hail the main and skies,

But not my mother earth.

Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate;

Wild weeds are gathering on the wall;

My dog howls at the gate.