As she walked through the garden,
She followed the stream.
Beneath the pale moonlight
She started to dream.

The rose petals glistened
A droplet of dew.
Amid the fragrance of flowers
Her thoughts were of you.

Her dress was of lace
And the necklace adorned
A pink ribbon from which
Your cameo was worn.

The gleam of the moon
Now cast a brighter glow
On the small ancient city
Which slept down below.

Then she heard your voice echo
Through the rustle of trees.
The sad figment drift
Of a warm summer's breeze.