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 --