I know Where the wild roses grow Beside the lake. The little spirits come and play, And pink and white Dance in the light Before the break of day! The sun comes up in golden heat, The roses open wide...and fall...
And that is all... Except I think I hear a sound Along the ground, Of many little pattering feet...
No more Shall my wild roses of yore Walk by the lake. She told me where the rose sprites were And how they played All undismayed By her sweet presence there! Then death rose up twixt her and me! She ...
