Flower to Flower.
Eucharis lilies,
Roses red,
Lie on the form of the
Early dead;
Eucharis lilies,
Roses white.
Lie on the shrine of a
Jewel of Light!
Tho' the jewel be flown, O, the
Shrine is fair;
Flowers are breathing
Everywhere,
Within his bosom and
Wavy hair;
Flowers for emblem,
Flowers for faith,
Sweet mortal words
The Immortal saith!
Beautiful souls
Akin to his,
