If they had lived, those young Daisy-Beings,
That road is now hushed where they would roam and find dreams,
That future is thrown down in dust and in shade,
No branches for them, who’s offspring now fade.
No holding of Hands, No Chapel Banns read,
Such Rice will now fall by a new Bridal-Bed,
If talents to have, and Genius to give,
It’s lost to this World when no Hope was to live.
Their laughter and joy stands mute through the years,
Though sound there is heard, And loud are the tears.
For to the Human Heart there is no more sorrowful sight:
A Casket laid -it’s colour- White.