Where is the girl bears white flowers, White flowers in a whiter hand? Whose loveliness falls away like hours, Like hours caught in shifting sand Or wind in early blossoms promised, Promised, never arriving, In dreams only seen and cherished, Cherished nocturnal striving. Where is the girl bears white flowers, White flowers in a whiter hand? Skies appalled by vanished powers, Vanishing light of the land.
yeah.
Well done.