Her final Summer was it --

Her final Summer was it -- And yet We guessed it not -- If tenderer industriousness Pervaded Her, We thought

A further force of life Developed from within -- When Death lit all the shortness up It made the hurry plain --

We wondered at our blindness When nothing was to see But Her Carrara Guide post -- At Our Stupidity --

When duller than our dullness The Busy Darling lay -- So busy was she -- finishing -- So leisurely -- were We --