Sweet burial

Shepherdess, ah, how sweetly

Have they laid you to rest!

All the winds have moaned,

The Lilies-of-the-Valley tolled their bells at your grave,

The glow-worm wanted to carry a torch,

The stars themselves refused the task.

Night came in black, in mourning,

And all its shadows came in chorus.

Dawn will weep tears for you,

And the Sun will shine to bless your grave.

Shepherdess, ah, how sweetly

Have they laid you to rest!