For years he walked,
To this untrodden burial mound
Over the tempting drop,
Of his amour deep underground.
"You bleeding passion and burning chest,
And many a dolorous pity untold,
And your worn skin covering aching flesh,
And rosy bones holding a bone-pale rose;
You have given all you can,
Lay the rose and bow your head,
And give it all to us ever-caring hands,
Give it back to the ever-dead."