Marea e acoperită de trandafiri O, ei s-au răspândit peste câmpuri Dealurile liniștite s-au umplut de parfumul lor O, dealurile s-au

Pentru că zăpada e adâncă fără pată acea albă cădere prin aerul alb Pentru că ea șchioapătă puțin - sângerează acolo

Because the snow is deep Without spot that white falling through white air Because she limps a little - bleeds Where they shot her

The sea is awash with roses O they blow Upon the land The still hills fill with their scent O the hills flow on their sweetness As on God\'s

A beast stands at my eye. I cook my senses in a dark fire. The old wombs rot and the new mother Approaches with the footsteps of a world. Who

Be music, night, That her sleep may go Where angels have their pale tall choirs Be a hand, sea, That her dreams may watch Thy guidesman