I PUT flowers on Leeda's grave Down in Walhallalah; Flowers that in the spring she gave, Asking me to cherish, save, Still I placed them on her grave Down in Walhallalah. Tender rains came down at night, Down in Walhallalah, Took the flowers I had pressed Tenderly to earth and blessed; They returned, ah! newly dressed, Down in Walhallalah. But one flower I had pressed Down in Walhallalah, Did not find its way up through With the violets so blue And the marigolds that grew Down in Walhallalah. Ah! farewell for evermore; Farewell, Walhallalah, Tender rains from ashen skies Never more can ope the eyes Of the angelhood that lies Cold in Walhallalah. Withered hopes, how like my soul, Down in Walhallalah, Never more shall rise and bloom; Such the fate of love. The doom Of all is but the tombed gloom Down in Walhallalah. |