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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Friedrich Hölderlin (1770–1843)

To the Rose

Translation of Charles Harvey Genung

QUEENLY rose, one mother holds us,

Thee and me, upon her breast;

All-sustaining nature folds us

In eternal arms at rest.

Little rose, our beauties perish;

Storms will strip both thee and me:

But the life seed that we cherish

Still will bud eternally.