Beneath the leafless tresses
Of sky and stars and trees,
The sacred earth is silent,
And the laughter on the breeze
Where stone and steel sink out of sight
And ladies dress the part
In lonely dwellings dark and sleeping,
Long bereft of heart.
The bitter rain has fallen here
And left no smile below
As seasons pass unmourned
By summer sun and winter snow.
Her child is sleeping in the garden
Beyond the silver sea.
O tell me where her love is lying
And where her roses be.