The Tomb and the Rose

The tomb asked of the rose:"What dost thou with the tears, which dawnSheds on thee every summer morn,Thou sweetest flower that blows?"The rose asked of the tomb:"What dost thou with the treasures rare,Thou hidest deep from light and air,Until the day of doom?"

The rose said: "Home of night,Deep in my bosom, I distilThose pearly tears to scents, that fillThe senses with delight."The tomb said: "Flower of love,I make of every treasure rare,Hidden so deep from light and air,A soul for heaven above!"