Violets, blue as your eyes are
And roses, as soft as your cheek,—
Daphne, sweet as your words are,—
Primroses pallid and meek;
Feathery, waving fern-plumes,
And blossoms from Summer bowers,
Each one bearing a message
From you, our Lady of Flowers!
Giver of brightness and beauty,
And Queen of this fragrant throng,
How shall we thank you or praise you
But feebly in this poor song?
We, whom you crown with blossoms,
Whom richly your kindness dowers,
We must be silent and love you,—
Love you, our Lady of Flowers!
November 25, 1878.
Translations from the German.
THREE SONGS FROM THE GERMAN OF EMANUEL GEIBEL.
I.
(“Mein Pferd geht langsam durch die nacht.”)