Song (We buried her among the flowers)

We buried her among the flowers
At falling of the leaf,
And choked back all our tears; her joy
Could never be our grief.

She lies among the living flowers
And grass, the only thing
That perishes; -- or is it that

Our Autumn was her Spring?
Doubtless, if we could see her face,
The smile is settled there
Which almost broke our hearts when last

We knelt by her in prayer;
When, with tired eyes and failing breath
And hands crossed on her breast,

Perhaps she saw her Guardian spread
His wings above her rest.
So she sleeps hidden in the flowers;

But yet a little while,
And we shall see her wake and rise,
Fair, with the self-same smile.