Parted

Alack 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.

Alack 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.

Alack for life, I say.

Alack 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?