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?