Leaning against the fence
Wilhelm (Vilhelm) Eugen Stenhammar
Leaning against the fence
the boy stood at the girl's arm,
Looking out over the cut meadow:
"Summer has gone,
The flowers are faded;
but your cheek is still fair,
There roses and lilies
bloom as before."
Spring returned, then
he stood alone there.
The girl was gone, lay
faded in the earth's womb;
The meadow turned green again,
smiling, rich with flowers.