And ardent! Oh, how sweet it is to fall beneath thy sky,
To die that thou mayst live, and, for thy welfare high,
In thine enchanted bosom eternally to sleep!
If on my grave, midst the thick grass, thou shouldst see spring one day
A simple, humble flow’ret, Life victor over Death,
Sweet symbol of my loving soul, ah, kiss the dew away.
Approach to it thy gentle lips, that in my cold tomb I may
Feel on my brow thy tender sigh, the soft warmth of thy breath.
Let o’er my grave the placid moon shed its soft tranquil light;
Let cool dawn’s fleeting splendor shine on my resting place;