One of twain, twin-born with flowers that waken, Now hath passed from sense of sun and rain: Wind from off the flower-crowned branch hath shaken One of twain.

One twin flower must pass, and one remain: One, the word said soothly, shall be taken, And another left: can death refrain?

Two years since was love’s light song mistaken, Blessing then both blossoms, half in vain? Night outspeeding light hath overtaken One of twain.