Who has done this

My song speaks of night and frost,

that all life is dead,

and vainly awaits,

ere dawn may not blush again in the east.

So, it now tells of a whole year

in this night and cold,

and yet greenery still remains,

has it been forgotten?

You mustn't, you must not, by all the world

admired and envied.

What was done, on this field

now clothed in lilies.