There’s a flower that is buried in a grave nearby,
And She was beauty of face,
And Soulful of eye.
For in Youth She did bloom and put Sun to her fields,
The memory of such is the warmth that I feel.
She outshone all her like,
Made them simple and plain,
And dawns precious light,
After Nights sodden-rain.
How like a flower so rare that the Earth never knew,
As she captured my all, My very Soul that she drew.
Her Perennial-Petals were the Blossom of days,
And radiant colours of graceful ways.
For there is a flower that is buried in a grave near by-
And my Heart will remember her Love till I die.