Hail! the Queen
Hail! The first of flowers to wake at dawn
and turn her fair crown and smile at the day.
A fragile beauty; the queen of the lawn.
She shakes away the dew of night to yawn;
and shifts her roots within the pot of clay.
Hail! The first of flowers to wake at dawn.
The winsome scents of sweet perfumes have drawn
the creatures of the woodland out to play.
A fragile beauty; the queen of the lawn.
Her elegance captured to become love's pawn;
her destiny is to wither away.
Hail! The first of flowers to wake at dawn.
Her fate inspires tears in the woebegone,
the fairest Garden Lady can not stay.
A fragile beauty; the queen of the lawn.
She bows in farewell before she is gone
and petals drift into the windswept sway.
Hail! The first of flowers to wake at dawn.
A fragile beauty; the queen of the lawn.
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