Robert Crawford - For Lilian lyrics

She was so dear, so fair. Her memory stays, Even her dying robs me not of this, That I have walked with her in mortal ways Whose tender beauty now immortal is. There are sweet flowers that bloom in ways forlorn And sad sweet eyes whose beauty is a flower Blown in the night to which there is no morn, Dream-born and dying in its dewy bower; And she was such a flower, her sweet eyes such; The secret hours that only the heart knows Thrill with the glamour of her tone and touch Like music that is sweetest at the close, Falling to d**h as falls the fairest thing Beyond the power of love's recovering.