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European Elegies/Winter/A churchyard-flower

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4692597European Elegies — A churchyard-flowerWatson KirkconnellPieter Jelles Troelstra

53.A CHURCHYARD-FLOWER


The winter, with its wilting will,Brings blossom-birth to bareness;Sometimes its frosts, unpitying, killThe flower's unfolding fairness;
And, as the living gems rejoiceIn fragrant gratulation,Sudden breaks in the blighting voiceOf icy death's afflation.
With spring, rare buds will re-appear,And earth renew her dower:But, ah, I weep for you, my dear,My pale, young churchyard-flower!


From the Frisian of Pieter Jelles Troelstra.