Another time, another year

The bluebells in the woods
have raised their heads to thee
Who in the shadows of the past
the garth of Arundel didst tread.

The daffodils in gold
have spread a mat for thee
Who in the mists of days of old
the Surrey fields didst oft frequent.

The roses red have yet
their beauty to bestow
‘pon thee who in the present day
much happiness shouldst know.