Parted

 

A lack for life?

Worn to a stalk since yesterday

Is the flower with whom the bee did stay,

And he was but one night away.

Alack for life, I say.

 

A lack for life!

A flower put on her fine array,

In hopes a bee would come her way,

Who's dying in his hive this day.

A lark for life, I say.

 

A lark for life!

If  Death like love would throw his dart

And pierce at once a double heart,

And not to strike away one part-

Alack for life, who'd say?