Each bulb about me blooms
Gives its own luminescence
Like some phantom lantern glare
There is nothing in this place but rainfall
Forlorn, dreary secret ghosts
That hide between the twilit trees
Doth gaze upon the spores that gleam
They only know the floral dream
By the shade of wither'd day
How the moonbeams dance and waver
Splendid through the pallid air
The poison mists doth flow and gather
Burst from ev'ry season'd flow'ret
Like mimosas of the night
Fleeth garden charms that sparkle
Like a shattered lantern's light
I breathe the vapours that surround
Like so many seedling faeries
Rose, and thistle
And berry red
That preside over the dead
Tell me what they've seen and said:
"Breathe no more
Thy ghost dost wait
To take thy place
At Garden's Gate
Poison, venom,
Toxic fume hast ensured
Thy witless doom!"
