Christina Rossetti, The Lily Has an Air
Sing-Song XLIV
The lily has an air,
And the snowdrop a grace,
And the sweetpea a way,
And the heartsease a face, –
Yet there’s nothing like the rose
When she blows.
Sing-Sang XLIV
Lilie hat den Hauch,
Anmut Anemone,
Wege kennt die Wicke,
Blicke die Viole,
ganz entrückt die Rose,
weht sie lose.
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