Adelaide
Adelaide
Matthisson
Alone, your friend walks in the spring garden
gently suffused by the sweet magical light
that shimmers through the swaying blossom: Adelaide.
Reflected in the waves, in the alpine snows,
in the golden clouds of parting day,
in the canopy of stars, is your image: Adelaide.
Evening breezes whisper in the tender leaves,
the silver bellflowers of May murmur in the grass,
waves roar and nightingales pipe: Adelaide.
One day, a miracle; on my grave a purple flower
will bloom out of the ashes of my heart.
Clearly writ on every petal: Adelaide.
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