when life is quite through with

when life is quite through with

and leaves say alas,

much is to do

for the swallow, that closes

a flight in the blue;

when love's had his tears out,

perhaps shall pass

a million years

(while a bee dozes

on the poppies, the dears;

when all's done and said, and

under the grass

lies her head

by oaks and roses

deliberated.)