But Still There Is Much That Is Fair

A Farewell:

Good-bye!—no, 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—

   Yes, love and all.

Glad was the living—blessed be the dying.

   Let the leaves fall.

Harriet Monroe.