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.