Finis by Marjorie Pickthall

Give me a few more hours to pass

With the mellow flower of the elm-bough falling,

And then no more than the lonely grass

And the birds calling.

Give me a few more days to keep

With a little love and a little sorrow,

And then the dawn in the skies of sleep

And a clear to-morrow.

Give me a few more years to fill

With a little work and a little lending,

And then the night on a starry hill

And the road's ending.

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Finis