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I'll make you a corsage of Chanticleer lace
Comfrey and dyed bright, and reeds from the lake
And tied with cambric before you awake
Upon your heart sleeping, this precious keepsake
From here the land lies like a scroll on the sea
It writes and unwrites itself tirelessly
And I in the eaves on my eiderdown seat
See riddles and rhymes where your words ought to be
And the green-fingered lady who long longed me to stay
Made all the roses wither away
And smoke lilacwood as I climbed, climbed the gate
And wings of cloudiness I made my escape
It was autumn, it was autumn
How long did I sleep?
The moon-colored waters, they whispered your name
And said with her carriage the deep snows came
And she kissed you and bound you with icicle chains
And made winter your lodge and gave frost to your veins
From here the land lies like a mast on the sea
It rises and banks and it confuses me
And I in the eaves on my eiderdown seat
See riddles and rhymes where your words ought to be
And the ice-shouldered lady who vowed, vowed you to remain
Made all the roses wither in spring
And from the snow palace I'll steal you away
And my tears will make your poor heart bloom again
Like roses, like roses, like roses!