222 THE STAR FLOWER. 



Then prostrate on her lover's grave, 

 With long black hair all lifeless spread. 



Shrouding her in its pall-like gloom, 

 They found the gentle maiden, dead. 



And where her quivering lip was pressed, 

 When breathing forth her life's last sigh, 



They wondering saw a nameless flower 

 Look meekly upward to the sky. 



Such blossom ne'er before was found 

 In wood-land brake or tangled dell ; 



It sprung beneath Annunga's sigh 



Born from the heart that loved too well. 



