Where's Madge then

Where's Madge then,

Madge and her men?

buried with

Alice in her hair,

(but if you ask the rain

he'll not tell where.)

beauty makes terms

with time and his worms,

when loveliness

says sweetly Yes

to wind and cold;

and how much earth

is Madge worth?

Inquire of the flower that sways in the autumn

she will never guess.

but i know