There fell a frost on a night of Spring
Albert Hartl
There fell a frost on a night of Spring,
it fell on the delicate blossoms blue:
the blossoms withered, and drooped.
A young man once loved a maiden fair;
in secret they ran away from home,
unknown to their father or mother.
They wandered aimless here and there,
they had neither luck nor aiding star,
they met their ruin, they perished.