Upon the glade where songbirds rest,
Where twisted ivy climbs and crests,
In shadows of the Angelshroom,
I spied a faint and withered bloom.
I know not what came over me;
I took that flower home to see
it mounted on my windowsill,
To glimpse it as my land I tilled.
A whisper whispered to me
It said to trust what you can see
The world's plagued with plague and gloom
So keep your gaze upon the bloom
Rising above discordant noise
I heard a sweet, enthralling voice
And it requested I presume
To keep my gaze upon the bloom
That night, as I retired to bed
I felt a throbbing in my head,
I stumbled to the living-room,
And my gaze caught upon the bloom.
On seeing it, my pain did fade,
As if a medicine to aide
had fallen there afore my eyes,
To cure the ache that did arise.
That whisper whispered to me
It said to trust what you can see
The world's plagued with plague and gloom
So keep your gaze upon the bloom
Rising above discordant noise
I heard a sweet, enthralling voice
And it requested I presume
To keep my gaze upon the bloom
So came the morn, and songbirds cheeped,
I had not earned a moment’s sleep,
I felt no tiredness or thirst,
For those the flower had dispersed.
As day did pass and turn to night,
Naught but the bloom did fill my sight.
As night did pass and turn to day,
I watched until I passed away.
But as I walked towards the light,
a faint sound reached me in my plight;
And the whisper whispered to me
It said to trust what you can see
The world's plagued with plague and gloom
So keep your gaze upon the bloom
Rising above discordant noise
I heard a sweet, enthralling voice
And it requested I presume
To keep my gaze upon the bloom