I PUT flowers on Leeda's grave
Down in Walhallalah;
Flowers that in the spring she gave,
Asking me to cherish, save,
Still I placed them on her grave
Down in Walhallalah.
Tender rains came down at night,
Down in Walhallalah,
Took the flowers I had pressed
Tenderly to earth and blessed;
They returned, ah! newly dressed,
Down in Walhallalah.
But one flower I had pressed
Down in Walhallalah,
Did not find its way up through
With the violets so blue
And the marigolds that grew
Down in Walhallalah
Ah! farewell for evermore;
Farewell, Walhallalah,
Tender rains from ashen skies
Never more can ope the eyes
Of the angelhood that lies
Cold in Walhallalah.
Withered hopes, how like my soul,
Down in Walhallalah,
Never more shall rise and bloom;
Such the fate of love. The doom
Of all is but the tombed gloom
Down in Walhallalah.