Ode 606

LITTLE sleeper, the spring is here;

Tulip and rose are come again,

Only you in the earth remain,

Sleeping, dear.

Little sleeper, the spring is here;

I, like a cloud of April rain,

Am bending over your grave in vain,

Weeping, dear.

Little flower, the spring is here;

What if my tears were not in vain!

What if they drew you up again,

Little flower!