In Flagstaff Gardens, beneath the elms' old shade,
Three wanderers in skull-paint and flower-crown parade
A grinning youth with petals for his hair,
A lady one-shouldered, dark and debonair,
And one whose smile breaks wide through painted bone,
All laughing where the living meet the known.They tread the path of marigold and mirth,
Where death is costumed lightly on the earth
No terror here, but jest and fond embrace,
A memento mori worn with easy grace.O fleeting trio, bright against the green,
You teach the hour its truth: to live, be seen,
And greet the end as friend, not foe unseen.
Three wanderers in skull-paint and flower-crown parade
A grinning youth with petals for his hair,
A lady one-shouldered, dark and debonair,
And one whose smile breaks wide through painted bone,
All laughing where the living meet the known.They tread the path of marigold and mirth,
Where death is costumed lightly on the earth
No terror here, but jest and fond embrace,
A memento mori worn with easy grace.O fleeting trio, bright against the green,
You teach the hour its truth: to live, be seen,
And greet the end as friend, not foe unseen.
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