In the deep guard of the garden, with its arms around her thrown,There I laid her with the roses for her winding-sheet alone,And the silent heart within her made no quiver of her breast,Though the flood that stole her from me left its crimson on her vest.Yea, I laid her there alone, when our love was just begun,And I stared in still amazement to behold the tearless Sun.Then they tried to come between us, and I slew them when they tried,For I wanted one more silence with my sweetheart and my bride;So the world swept on around us while the rose-leaves gathered deepOn the fragrant tomb that held her fast, and lulled my love to sleep.Then I raised my hands on high, to the barren morning sky,And I cursed with every oath I knew, the One who let her die.Yea, my days should reek with crimson!... On the sudden, round her head,Glimmered something that is given to a maiden who is dead,And I stilled my oaths in wonder and my heart stood hushed to seeHow a maiden in her dying consecrated Love for me!Then I left her there alone, with the roses for her throne,And I gathered Love within me for the roses he had blown,—And in the silent sunrise, Beauty gathered in her own.
In the deep guard of the garden, with its arms around her thrown,There I laid her with the roses for her winding-sheet alone,And the silent heart within her made no quiver of her breast,Though the flood that stole her from me left its crimson on her vest.Yea, I laid her there alone, when our love was just begun,And I stared in still amazement to behold the tearless Sun.Then they tried to come between us, and I slew them when they tried,For I wanted one more silence with my sweetheart and my bride;So the world swept on around us while the rose-leaves gathered deepOn the fragrant tomb that held her fast, and lulled my love to sleep.Then I raised my hands on high, to the barren morning sky,And I cursed with every oath I knew, the One who let her die.Yea, my days should reek with crimson!... On the sudden, round her head,Glimmered something that is given to a maiden who is dead,And I stilled my oaths in wonder and my heart stood hushed to seeHow a maiden in her dying consecrated Love for me!Then I left her there alone, with the roses for her throne,And I gathered Love within me for the roses he had blown,—And in the silent sunrise, Beauty gathered in her own.
In the deep guard of the garden, with its arms around her thrown,There I laid her with the roses for her winding-sheet alone,And the silent heart within her made no quiver of her breast,Though the flood that stole her from me left its crimson on her vest.Yea, I laid her there alone, when our love was just begun,And I stared in still amazement to behold the tearless Sun.
In the deep guard of the garden, with its arms around her thrown,
There I laid her with the roses for her winding-sheet alone,
And the silent heart within her made no quiver of her breast,
Though the flood that stole her from me left its crimson on her vest.
Yea, I laid her there alone, when our love was just begun,
And I stared in still amazement to behold the tearless Sun.
Then they tried to come between us, and I slew them when they tried,For I wanted one more silence with my sweetheart and my bride;So the world swept on around us while the rose-leaves gathered deepOn the fragrant tomb that held her fast, and lulled my love to sleep.Then I raised my hands on high, to the barren morning sky,And I cursed with every oath I knew, the One who let her die.
Then they tried to come between us, and I slew them when they tried,
For I wanted one more silence with my sweetheart and my bride;
So the world swept on around us while the rose-leaves gathered deep
On the fragrant tomb that held her fast, and lulled my love to sleep.
Then I raised my hands on high, to the barren morning sky,
And I cursed with every oath I knew, the One who let her die.
Yea, my days should reek with crimson!... On the sudden, round her head,Glimmered something that is given to a maiden who is dead,And I stilled my oaths in wonder and my heart stood hushed to seeHow a maiden in her dying consecrated Love for me!Then I left her there alone, with the roses for her throne,And I gathered Love within me for the roses he had blown,—And in the silent sunrise, Beauty gathered in her own.
Yea, my days should reek with crimson!... On the sudden, round her head,
Glimmered something that is given to a maiden who is dead,
And I stilled my oaths in wonder and my heart stood hushed to see
How a maiden in her dying consecrated Love for me!
Then I left her there alone, with the roses for her throne,
And I gathered Love within me for the roses he had blown,—
And in the silent sunrise, Beauty gathered in her own.