A Farewell
by 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.
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RIP Jared. RIP Alex. RIP Jeff.
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—Poetry, December 1936
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