I held you like fog holds the riverbank
In the hour before dawn,
The hour you always loved best.
I think of you in April...
That's when you were prettiest,
When the rains came.
Love, I take a new knife out to the garden,
Times when I've dreamt of you.
I cut the funeral belles
And lay them on the riverbank along with my dress--
The one I wore in the rain,
The one you always loved best.