Therefore, in the lily’s leaf,
She can read no word of grief;
O’er the woodbine she can dwell,
Murmuring not—Farewell! farewell!
And her dim, yet speaking eye
Greets the violet solemnly.
Therefore once, and yet again,
Strew them o’er her bed of pain;
From her chamber take the gloom
With a light and flush of bloom: