Wie, aus der Knospe, dringt ein warm Gemüth Ahn' ich entzückt, dass tief im Herzens grunde Noch reich der Liebe Rosenfeuer glüht. Adolf Stöber. THE HALF-OPENED ROSE. Of all the Roses that blossom in the hedge None is so sweet-scented as thou, When thy bud is but half unfolded, Still wrapped in its green sheath. Half-opened Rose, dearer than all ! Thou remindest me of the feeling of true love; That touches me not, which in a flow of words Lays bare the open leaf of the heart. No, when sometimes tenderly from eye and lip, As from the bud, a passionate heart reveals itself, I feel with ecstasy, that, deep within, The Rose-fire of love glows warmly. Englished literally by M. J. A. Y Master hath a garden Which few flowers adorn. The lovely damask Rose Is there called 'patience.' Old Dutch Carol EXT her went, on her other side, * This god of love of his fashion His garment was every dele Ipurtraied and ywrought with flours, There lacked no floure to my dome, Ne floure none, that men can on thinke; And many a Rose lefe full long Was entermedled there emong: |