Song

Love is a broken lily, A pale and crownless rose With golden heart made chilly By traitor touch of snows. So sleep my heart--lie sleeping Nor open weary eyes, For waking is but weeping And Sleep is Paradise.

Love is a cadence trailing Where broken music falls, A hapless shadow sailing Across deserted walls. So still my heart lie sleeping Till love's hot sun be set, For waking is but weeping. Asleep--sad eyes forget.