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| STREW the flowers at Love’s behest | |
| Meet for such a lovely guest; | |
| Coronal the sapling weaves, | |
| Rainbows wrought by Spring of leaves. | |
| Blackwood blossom, hither bring, | 5 |
| To perfume her slumbering. | |
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| Heap above the mountain tomb, | |
| Scarlet eucalyptus bloom, | |
| Wreath of starry clematis, | |
| Visited by Artemis; | 10 |
| Bluebell garlands, hither bear— | |
| All the flowers, she loved to wear. | |
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| Here the magpies love to croon. | |
| From the dawn, to rising moon, | |
| Flutes the sweet harmonious thrush, | 15 |
| In the early morning hush; | |
| Shyly sings the oriole, | |
| All the day the bell-birds toll. | |
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| Softly moves the wind that blows, | |
| When the Day’s red petals close; | 20 |
| And, remembering past delight, | |
| Dream of her, the stars of night, | |
| Though no more the stars arise, | |
| Set within her darkened eyes. | |
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| Whisper wind, and glimmer star, | 25 |
| Blossom breathe thy sweet afar, | |
| ‘Love intones the master word’ | |
| Is the song of every bird; | |
| Here, he stands with Death in thrall, | |
| Keeping Beauty’s festival. | 30 |
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