Farewell Chicago

Even as I go my soul is here
Just as before I went it was with her;
I am ever divided, though it's clear
By where I'm going which part I prefer.
Yet even with that preference, I'm sure
I am still somewhat left where I depart;
The pleasure I feel leaving is not pure
Though staying would have reinforced the smart.
I'm glad to go, but in that glad a part
Is sorry to be leaving where I was;
Though joy to see her occupies my heart,
It's not the only sentiment that does.
But how much sadder would I be to stay?
Enough (by far) to send me on my way.