The last flowers have died

The last flowers have died,

Long ago already, the fair rose,

Queen of the warm summer months,

Has sunk to her rest!

You, noble dahlia,

No longer raise your head!

I see that even my lofty poplar

Has already lost half of its leaves.

I am neither poplar,

Nor a rose -- delicate and slender,

Yet why should I not sink and fade,

If even roses have to sink and fade?