FLOWER MAIDEN
 
The threats had grown from east to west 
before I took my mother’s breast. 
         I had all that I would. 
                  The politicians have stolen my soul away: 
                  the lily,  the bell,  the rose I lay. 

My hair is silver, my feet are gold. 
Twelve-hundred florets in my skirt unfold. 
         I took more than I should. 
                  The politicians have stolen my soul away: 
                  the lily,  the bell,  the rose I lay. 

A blinding glare outshines the sun. 
How should I hate and I so young? 
         I did all that I could. 
                  The politicians have stolen my soul away: 
                  the lily,  the bell,  the rose I lay.

                     (1967)