A Wan Sky Greener Than The Lawn, A Wan Lawn Paler Than The Sky. She Gave A Flower Into My Hand, And All The Hours Of Eve Went By. Who Knows What Round The Corner Waits To Smite? If Shipwreck, Snare, Or Slur Shall Leave Me With A Head To Lift, Worthy Of Him That Spoke With Her. A Wan Sky Greener Than The Lawn, A Wan Lawn Paler Than The Sky. She Gave A Flower Into My Hand, And All The Days Of Life Went By. Live Ill Or Well, This Thing Is Mine, From All I Guard It, Ill Or Well. One Tawdry, Tattered, Faded Flower To Show The Jealous Kings In Hell.