This silver-edged geranium leaf <br />Is one sign of a bitter grief <br />Whose symbols are a myriad more; <br />They cluster round a carven stone <br />Where she who sleeps is never alone <br />For two hearts at the core, <br /> <br />Bound with her heart make one of three, <br />A trinity in unity, <br />One sentient heart that grieves; <br />And myriad dark-leaved memories keep <br />Vigil above the triune sleep,-- <br />Edged all with silver are the leaves.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-leaf-10/
