Century Magazine/Volume 57/Issue 4/A Farewell

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<poem>

    Good-by: nay, do not grieve that it is over—
             The perfect hour;
    That the winged joy, sweet honey-loving rover,
             Flits from the flower.
    Grieve not; it is the law. Love will be flying—
             Yea, love and all.
    Glad was the living; blessed be the dying!
             Let the leaves fall.