To a violet

Hide, o violet, in your blue calyx -

Hide my melancholy tears, until my darling

Visits this spring! If she smilingly picks

You from the grass to adorn her bosom with you,

Oh then nestle yourself to her heart, and tell her

That those drops in your blue calyx

Flowed from the soul of the truest youth,

Who is weeping away his life and wishes for death.