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?