(23 December 1860 – 26 September 1936 / Chicago, Illinois)

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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.

Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, June 08, 2011


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