What praise can I render
Unto flesh so warm
And hair soft as velvet,
That now lays still\'d
In the first winter snow.
What praise can I render
Unto lips flame-trodden
And eyes of em\'rald shine,
That now dullily gaze
T\'wards Heaven\'s court.
What praise can I render
Unto soul such as thine;
\'Twas a rose most splendid
Sealing the scent o\' spring,
\'Till the cruel hands of winter
Plucked its petals crimson,
And strown them \'cross the alter
Of snow-devoured world.