One Fair Rose
This fragrant hilltop, gardenia strewn,
Where you and I have dallied long,
Is now where flow'rs of sorrow bloom
On forgotten graves of love, far gone.
Mistook you, my modest gifts
Of daisy blossoms, pure and fair,
For blushing lilies that 'jig and lisp'
And empty words that hang on air.
Forget-Me-Not, although my part
Is played beneath a poppied dome.
These gentle waves now hold my heart
As you have never done.
