It is just two years ago today,
Since my sister Rose went away
I shall never forget the day I heard,
That she flew into the starry skies,
Dear little flower the earliest,
Of all the flower's that are
Peeping above the bare brown earth,
And on the cloud a star.
If I walk through the woods in early morning
And a spider's web I see
Rather than break it I would
I would detour and leave it free.