Oh, little girl, where have you left
To go in these harsh fields of snow,
When summer suns no more shed light
To your transparent eyes' dim glow?
When church bells chime like brazen calls
To war, and laughter sounds like rain
That runs in deep, red river tracks,
Like those on your pale cheeks did stain.
Gone, you'll be, into the Netherworlds-
We'll watch you silently
And they will wave their handkerchiefs
And weep while from this earth you flee.
Like swallows through the autumn sky
You'll flee; like dandelion seeds
Adrift, while we still tread this ground
Our heavy feet, our weighty needs.
But you are safe now, little girl,
Inside your hollow, dry cocoon.
But why won't you take me with you?
Oh, please won't you come take me soon?