What was Love’s worth,

Who lived with the roses?—

Love that is earth,

And with earth reposes!

What was Love’s wonder?—

Scent of the flow’rs

After the thunder,

Thunder, and show’rs!

What were the breathless

Words that he said?—

Love that was deathless,

Love that is dead!

Echo hath taken

The song, and flown;

None shall awaken

Music and moan.

Buds and the flower,

All that Love found,

Last but an hour

Strewn on his mound.