Tragedy, 2

There fell a frost in a night of spring,
It fell on the tender flowerets blue,
They all soon wither’d and faded.

A youth once loved a maiden full well,
They secretly fled away from the house,
Unknown to father and mother.

They wander’d here and they wander’d there,
And neither joy nor star could they find,
And so they droop’d and they perish’d.