He Placed A Rose In My Nut-Brown Hair-- A Deep Red Rose With A Fragrant Heart And Said: "We'll Set This Day Apart, So Sunny, So Wondrous Fair." His Face Was Full Of A Happy Light, His Voice Was Tender And Low And Sweet, The Daisies And The Violets Grew At Our Feet-- Alas, For The Coming Of Night! The Rose Is Black And Withered And Dead! 'Tis Hid In A Tiny Box Away; The Nut-Brown Hair Is Turning To Gray, And The Light Of The Day Is Fled! The Light Of The Beautiful Day Is Fled, Hush'D Is The Voice So Sweet And Low-- And I--Ah, Me! I Loved Him So-- And The Daisies Grow Over His Head!