Bluebells from the clearings

Come where my Lady lies,

Sleeping down the golden hours!

Cover her with flowers.

Bluebells from the clearings,

Flag-flowers from the rills,

Wildings from the lush hedgerows,

Delicate daffodils,

Sweetlings from the formal plots,

Bloomkins from the bowers --

Heap them round her where she sleeps,

Cover her with flowers!

Sweet-pea and pansy,

Red hawthorn and white;

Gilliflowers --like praising souls;

Lilies --lamps of light:

Nurselings of what happy winds,

Suns, and stars, and showers!

Joylets good to see and smell --

Cover her with flowers!

Like to sky-born shadows

Mirrored on a stream,

Let their odours meet and mix

And waver through her dream!

Last, the crowded sweetness

Slumber overpowers,

And she feels the lips she loves

Craving through the flowers!