Emil Verhaern. (№ 397519)

Unknown when,
Like a swarm of bees, their lives gave a star
And here they fly - speck world
Among the flowers and vines in the gardens of the air;
And each of them, his last round drafting,
Glistening in the darkness of night, and day in the rays of the hidden,
Having gone far, the tide is running in its orbit
And the sun-mother flechette like a child.