Sad faded rose
He shook his head,
And rained bitter tears
From crying dark eyes…
About what, sad rose,
Are you crying in the darkness of night?
O that you, that springtime dreams
Sped with green branches?
Do not Cry, my faded rose,
Come back Nightingale!..
Do not Cry, shake off those tears
Since weeping eyes dark…
May 1898
