They bring back light on their faces; But they cannot bring back to me What the lilies say to the roses, Or the songs of the butterflies be.

I may not enter the garden, Though I know the road thereto; And morn by morn to the gateway I see the children go.

The monument outlasting bronze was promised well by bards of old.

There is a garden where lilies And roses are side by side; And all day between them in silence The silken butterflies glide.