Winde und blaue Schwestern...

 

My love dost see this little pale blue flower?
I plucked it where the summer fields stretched wide,
Sun-kissed, embraced by hills on every side,
In purple distance stretching to the sea.
There sprang my tears at the swift thought of thee,
Prisoned by walls, upon thy couch of pain!
(Perry, The Heart of the Weed.)