A simple gift of half dead ﬂowers,
As though the giver’s pleading eyes would say,
Let me of Life's Eternal Waters drink.
And l shall look with gladness on the day;
Once more my fading eyes shall see the light,
My pale lips take a deeper, warmer hue,
My wan cheeks ﬁnd the roundness they have lost,
My poor hands drop the rosemary and rue.