Lilies
Lilies, white lilies are dying on the pond; for the last time the breeze blows over them, the ray of light glows for them a final time and for the last time the evening dew moistens them.
Unruffled waves hasten to greet their woe, butterflies come to weep over them and the flower-souls gather round and all kneel tremblingly and piously.
Colors in the west curb the playing, somewhere a shadow quietly sighs, and the wan grass also sighs. — — Lilies, white lilies are dying on the pond.
Unruffled waves hasten to greet their woe, butterflies come to weep over them and the flower-souls gather round and all kneel tremblingly and piously.
Colors in the west curb the playing, somewhere a shadow quietly sighs, and the wan grass also sighs. — — Lilies, white lilies are dying on the pond.
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