Rosemary                    Rukind-tab

Swath a breath of cologne
Her mirror was a window she sat by it alone.
All around her the garden grew
Scarlet and purple and crimson and blue.
She came dead and she went, and at last went away,
Her garden was sealed when the flowers decayed.
On the wall of the garden a legend did say,
No one may come here since no one may stay.