Stained by the ardent silver of the stars,
Glitter the leaves, a challenge to the day —
The bright, fierce flame of naked scimitars
Holds still the argent night, folded away.
Challenging day, yet, lovelier than light,
Blushing with dawn the flick'ring leaves between,
Burn the rose blossoms, traitors to the night —
Color of joy upon the tranquil green.
Brave to the amorous sun, who, fearing, grieves,
At last the tree's whole heart with love is crowned —
The rose-red flowers warm against the leaves,
The rose-red petals sweet against the ground.