I knew the flowers had dreamed of you

I knew the flowers had dream'd of you

And hail'd the morning with regret;

For all their faces with the dew

Of vanish'd joy were wet.

I knew the winds had passed you way

Though not a sound the truth betrayed;

About their pinions all the day

A summer fragrance stayed.

And so awaking or asleep,

A memory of lost delight

By day the sightless breezes keep

And silent flow'rs by night.