Whelmed in the blackest of shadows
In sombre and beautiful gloom
And the spectral shapes that surround me
Convey ideas of sorrow and gloom.
Worn the deep tint of the cypress
That hangs down its branches at night
I buried myself in the waters
The depths of the descending night.
O wander in that happy valley
Where my flowers still hide their beauty in fear
Cause every single note
Of your summer lullaby
Shall breathe my sorrow
And embalm this frozen heart.
A rose grew in the enchanted garden
We lived in and revel no more
All beauty sleeps in our darkness
And lightens this burden no more.
The name of the rose is "redemption"
Abloom on a cold nameless grave
The name of the garden is "silence"
And sleep covers my silent grave.
