Anemone nor violet,
Lest my poor dust remember them.
And you—wherever you may fare—
Dearer than birds, or flowers, or dew—
Never, ah me, pass never there,
Lest my poor dust should dream of you.
Rosamund Marriott Watson
“DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE”
Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas,
In the old likeness that I knew,