What summons do I hear? <br />The morning peal, departure's knell; <br />My eyes let fall a friendly tear, <br />And bid this place farewell. <br /> <br />Attending servants come, <br />The carriage wheels like thunders roar, <br />To bear the pensive seniors home, <br />Here to be seen no more. <br /> <br />Pass one more transient night, <br />The morning sweeps the college clean; <br />The graduate takes his last long flight, <br />No more in college seen. <br /> <br />The bee, which courts the flower, <br />Must with some pain itself employ, <br />And then fly, at the day's last hour, <br />Home to its hive with joy.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-graduate-leaving-college/
