Who lays down with the roses tonight-
The poppies and daisies-
A botanist’s delight?
Who mourns the loss of one more,
And grieves in their plight,
Baring abstained amour.

Who weeps and cries for those lost,
And spends many a restless night,
Beside the tomb of those loved most?
Advocate of evil, assailant of life,
He who has stayed day by day,
And not left the natural.