Among The Pale Flowers

Among the pale flowers

Growing in their bed,

Among unreal hours,

In me longing cowers

To touch thy golden head

Among the pale flowers.

With what unseen powers

Is my strange mind fed

Among unreal hours?

Ah, me! in sighing bowers

Thou art by passion led

Among the pale flowers.

In the shade of opal towers

Thine other love is dead

Among unreal hours.

Thy whispers are my dowers

Dreaming in this lonely bed

Among the pale flowers,

Among unreal hours.