"Gentle Annie"

My heart bows
Ah the hours grow sad while 
 I ponder
By the silent spot where
 thou art laid
And my heart bows down
 when I wander
By the streams and
the meadows where
  we played
   —
I have wandered with thee mid
 the flowers bowers
When thy soft blue eyes
 were in their bloom
Now I teal allone mid
 the flowrs
That mingle their shaddow
   oer thy tomb