Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1864/Fallen Flowers
Fallen Flowers 
One of the workers of the world Living toiled and toiling died;
But others worked and the world went on,
And was not changed when he was gone, A strong arm stricken, a wide sail furled;
And only a few men sighed.
One of the heroes of the world
Fought to conquer, then fought to fail, And fell down slain in his blood-stained mail,
And over his form they stept; His cause was lost and his banner furled; And only a woman wept.
One of the singers among mankind
Sang healing songs from an o'erwrought heart
But ere men listened the grass and wind Were wasting the rest unsung like a wave;
And now of his fame that will ne'er depart
He has never heard in his grave.
One of the women who only love
Loved and grieved and faded away:
Ah me! are these gone to the God above,
What more of each can I say?
They are human flowers that flower and fall, This is the song and the end of them all.