Each bulb about me blooms Gives its own luminescence Like some phantom lantern glare There is nothing in this place but rainfall Forlorn, dreary secret ghosts That hide between the twilit trees Doth gaze upon the spores that gleam They only know the floral dream By the shade of wither'd day How the moonbeams dance and waver Splendid through the pallid air The poison mists doth flow and gather Burst from ev'ry season'd flow'ret Like mimosas of the night Fleeth garden charms that sparkle Like a shattered lantern's light I breathe the vapours that surround Like so many seedling faeries Rose, and thistle And berry red That preside over the dead Tell me what they've seen and said: "Breathe no more Thy ghost dost wait To take thy place At Garden's Gate Poison, venom, Toxic fume hast ensured Thy witless doom!"