The Passer-By

Step lightly across the floor, And somewhat more tender be.

There were many that passed my door, Many that sought after me. I gave them the passing word— Ah, why did I give thee more? I gave thee what could not be heard, What had not been given before; The beat of my heart I gave.... And I give thee this flower on my grave.

My face in the flower thou mayst see. Step lightly across the floor.