Century Magazine/Volume 57/Issue 4/A Farewell

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     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.