This silver-edged geranium leaf br Is one sign of a bitter grief br Whose symbols are a myriad more; br They cluster round a carven stone br Where she who sleeps is never alone br For two hearts at the core, br br Bound with her heart make one of three, br A trinity in unity, br One sentient heart that grieves; br And myriad dark-leaved memories keep br Vigil above the triune sleep,-- br Edged all with silver are the leaves.