Asphodel, O Asphodel.
Do you carpet fields in hell?
Hades, in its Elysian Fields
With asphodels plentifully yields.
Persephone makes her bouquet
Of asphodels to bring away.
These asphodels – once it was said –
Succoured the spirits of the dead.
On earth, below, perhaps the sky
These flowers will also beautify?
So smile on me, and wish me well
Thou bloom of Hades: Asphodel.