My Frost-King - Song I

We are sending you, dear flowers

Forth alone to die,

Where your gentle sisters may not weep

O'er the cold graves where you lie;

But you go to bring them fadeless life

In the bright homes where they dwell,

And you softly smile that't is so,

As we sadly sing farewell.

O plead with gentle words for us,

And whisper tenderly

Of generous love to that cold heart,

And it will answer ye;

And though you fade in a dreary home,

Yet loving hearts will tell

Of the joy and peace that you have given:

Flowers, dear flowers, farewell!