Now have I fed and eaten up the rose

Now have I fed and eaten up the rose

Which then she laid within my stiffcold hand.

That I should ever feed upon a rose

I never had believed in liveman's land.

Only I wonder was it white or red

The flower that in the darkness

my food has been.

Give us, and if Thou give, thy daily bread,

Deliver us from evil, Lord, Amen.