Fair and sweet life-blooms in growing,
Gather, ere its leaves be strowing.
“Hive thy honey, sweet bestowing,
Take life’s apples, red and glowing,
Ere they fall to earth unknowing.
“Days and hours, perforce, Time gives thee
By the sun’s swift wheel that drives ye,
Rest you merry! Time survives Thee.”
His shadow passed, his voice had died,
And from the rosy covert side,