The home at Hosterwitz, 

 Where a lonely artist sits ; 

 But by secrets none may guess, 

 Lo ! in lasting loveliness, 

 Here, here are blooming still 

 The flowers he formed at will ; 

 And a filial love still lays 

 On his bier these fadeless bays. 



The varying seasons bring 

 No change to this blossoming : 

 The spring never ends for these 

 Enduring anemones ; 

 The summer's reign never closes 

 For these perennial roses ; 

 The autumn's horn never holds 

 Even one of these marigolds; 

 And the winter never comes 

 To these bright chrysanthemums ; 

 For alike through the frost and heat, 

 Spring showers and winter sleet, 

 Bloom these lilies and violets, 

 Blue flags that no wild bee frets, 

 Red mallows, purple azaleas, 

 Columbines, cowslips, and dahlias, 

 In natural pomp arrayed, 

 Flowers that never fade. 



