The Tomb said to the Rose: + 

O Flower of Love, where goes + 

Each tear which Dawn upon thy cheeks doth shed? + 

The Rose said to the Tomb: + 

What makest in thy gloom + 

Impenetrable of the countless dead? + 

Said the Rose: O Tomb, of all these tears, + 

In my recesses ere the sun appears, + 

I make a perfume which the gods will prize. + 

Said the Tomb: O plaintive Flower, + 

Of every mortal I devour + 

An angel do I make for Paradise. + 