Finis

   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.