Here you will find the Poem A Farewell of poet Harriet Monroe
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.
