The Daisy Garden (The Silent Garden)

I sometimes think of returning to the silent garden
where my final view of beauty was tarred on that summer night—
my sanctuary became possessed by other men
who unknowingly plucked each flower of my delight.

Each night I wallowed in the loss of this place
And each day I danced behind the farce of glee,
My daisy has been taken away from me—

I later strayed by the rosy path which bore the daisy lass,
and sat alone amidst the thorns and wild unkempt grass—