But you are the dear white rose of the world
That I hide in my heart.
Last leaves, and the first wild snow,
And the earth through an iron void is whirled;
But safe from the tempest abide in my heart,
O dear white rose of the world!
Blithe air and flashing wing.
And awakened sap that thrills and flows;
But hid from the riot and haste of the spring
Sleeps one white rose.