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!*