(Tr. 29)
The fair, the white, the lovely lady of lilies.
(Tr. 30)
The autumn roses wither, the flowers that bedecked the graves; slowly
the corollae are scattered and the cold ground is strewn with falling
petals.
(Tr. 31)
There are houses whose fronts weep, there are knells that toll in the
belfry, where faint bells ring. Towards what streams of death have the
virgins marched, the virgins with fair rings on their fingers?
(Tr. 32)
Lady of amourous, swooning lilies,
Lady of languishing, faded lilies,
Sad with eyes of belladonna.
Lady of dreams of royal roses,
Lady of sombre, nuptial roses,
Frail as a madonna--
Lady of heaven and rapture,
Lady of ecstacy and renouncement,
Chaste far-off star.
Lady of hell, thy sullen smile,
Lady of the devil, a kiss of thy mouth,
Is the fire of evil fountains,
And I burn if I touch thee.
(Tr. 33)
Methinks, my soul, thou art a garden.
(Tr. 34)
Of the lady that has passed away.
(Tr. 35)