THE LIFE OF A FLOWER

Haughty, beautiful, embalming the wind
With her nascent scent, she gushed proudly
As the morning sun rises,
And from the auras the fragrant breath.

The nightingales with a loud accent,
As they contemplate beauty so early
They greeted her; and the elegant flower
held out her blades toward the sky.

But the hurricane came. —With an impious hand,
envious when looking at so much beauty,
To the ground he threw it withered grass.

Faithful image of my hope
That found a sad grave in my chest!
So fresh at birth! - so soon dead!...