The rose, the lily, the sun and the dove,
I loved them all once in the rapture of love.
I love them no more, for my sole delight
Is a maiden so slight, so bright and so white,
Who, being herself the source of love,
Is rose and lily and sun and dove.
Die Rose, die Lilie, die Taube, die Sonne
The Poetry of Heinrich Heine
Translated by P.G.L. Webb