The desire of thy furious embraces

Is more than the wisdom of years,

On the blossom though blood lie in traces,

Though the foliage be sodden with tears.

For the lords in whose keeping the door is

That opens on all who draw breath

Gave the cypress to love, my Dolores,

The myrtle to death.

 

Cypress, honey myrtle, yew, peace lily, ivy, and black rose.