With the first dream that comes with the first sleep
I run, I run, I am gathered to thy heart.
Alice Meynell
A FAREWELL
Good-bye!—no, 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—
Yes, love and all.