GOOD-BY: nay, do not grieve that it is over— <br />The perfect hour; <br />That the winged joy, sweet honey-loving rover, <br />Flits from the flower. <br /> <br />Grieve not,—it is the law. Love will be flying— <br />Yea, love and all. <br />Glad was the living; blessed be the dying! <br />Let the leaves fall.<br /><br />Harriet Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-farewell-16/
