My spirit/ Bloomed

My spirit

Bloomed

Like the fresh rose of May;

With a resplendent glowing

Of cheeks,

Love came quietly, wantonly,

With a single jesting glance took possession

Of the rose of my heart.

From the depths of my heart

There called

All the quietly-awakened shoots:

Come and pick!

Only adorn

Yourself with us as well, oh Love,

As all around in passing

You picked petals as you pleased.

And Love picked,

Adorned

Itself with the booty of a single petal,

Wafted merrily

Onward,

Heeded not the other foliage,

Did not ask if now the other petals of my heart had wilted

From the burning pain of parting.

As Love wafts onward,

There trembles

Yonder the petal in the breeze,

Falls and hesitates,

Laments

Vainly after Love in flight;

And here, in order to float with that petal to the grave

All the others dropped off as well.