Columbine
Arnold Franz Walter Schoenberg
The moonlight's pale blossoms,
The white wonder-roses,
Bloom in July nights.
O could I pluck but one!
To soothe my deepest sorrow,
Through darkening streams I seek
The moonlight's pale blossoms,
The white wonder-roses.
All my longings would be satisfied,
Dared I as gently
As a fairy sprite to scatter
Over your brown tresses
The moonlight's pale blossoms.