Poems in Many Lands

by Rennell Rodd

I.

When the sere leaves fall and you come one
To find me under the graveyard stone,
It will be in a corner hidden away,
With beds of flowers about it grown.

Then gather and wreathe in your golden hair
The flowers that grow from my heart laid there.

They will be love’s message I might not bring,
And the rest of the songs that I meant to sing.