English poem
A Farewell
by Harriet Monroe (1860–1936)
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.