The Session's over. We must say farewell <br />To these east winds and to this eastern sea, <br />For summer comes, with swallow and with bee, <br />With many a flower and many a golfing swell. <br /> <br />No more the horribly discordant bell <br />Shall startle slumber; and all men agree <br />That whatsoever other things may be <br />A cause of sorrow, this at least is well. <br /> <br />The class-room shall not open wide its doors, <br />Or if it does, such opening will be vain; <br />The gown shall hang unused upon a nail; <br />South Street shall know us not; we'll wipe the Scores <br />From our remembrance; as for Mutto's Lane, <br />Yea, even the memory of this shall fail.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-close-of-the-session/
