In the land of phantom shrines
A mossy portal sunbeams find
Within that dark and dismal den
A suspended ceiling gem
Transcends the golden beams
Where her golden tomb is seen
In crimson tinted gleams
The crown of the gypsy jewels
Who died in dismal youth
The blackberry stars in the sky
Desired the fire in her eyes
Heaven a rhinestone bead
Dancing upon her sleeve
So lost in love together
Their whirlings became as one
And though hidden in the mire
That gave the rose its fire
Sheathed and seeped in crimson sheen
Where the trees grow gold from green
And the mellow golden berries
Reeked their tender tangy wine
Like her morning light as sweet
As a lover's kiss upon your cheek