| lyric | We burried our roots in the moss and in stone,
In radiance rosy our tender buds shone,
We drunk of the sunshine, the dew and the light,
We revelled in beauty and knew not its might.
The spring glided by with a delicate kiss,
Our calm days were ended by warm nights of bliss,
The wind whispered ever of love as he passed,
A footstep approached us, an arm seized us fast.
Whose hand holds our life as in light, tremmbling scales?
A rippling white garment sweet fragrance exhales,
We see a fair breast, wich deeploning has stirred,
The passionate throbs of a young heart are heard.
Through love, were we broken, to love are we brought,
We greet you, sister, in Night’s silent court.
The day, which shall call you to more perfect bloom,
Will sink our frail beauty destoyed in the tomb. |