Harriet Monroe

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

A Farewell

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.