Lovely on the hidden thorn Is the dewy rose, Which takes delight in the dawn, Stirred by the soft cool breeze; But more beautiful the rose On the amorous cheek, Which makes dim and pale The cheeks of the Dawn. Farewell nymph of flowers And nymph of fragances, Gentle spring, Rest awhile with April, Because, more beautiful and true, Spring is reflected In the fresh rose Of the amorous cheek, Which makes dim and pale The cheeks of the Dawn.