[BNP/E3, 49A4 – 21]

Some of them brought lilies,

And others brought roses.

Some of them were dark

And others were fair.

There the wind is chilliest

Where my soul composes

That poem to her

That can never hark.

Those that had brought flowers

Took the flowers away.

Those that had shed tears

Shed less tears from grief.

We had missed the hours

We had kept the day

From being too brief

In our endless fears.

The golden-haired maidens

Wept with veiling hair.

The dark-haired hair.

The dark-haired ones wept

With hair cast back wide.

The real thing that saddens

Our heart that feels care

Is that portal wide 

By some silence kept.

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