| An end so cold | |
| For love which disappoints the heart, so cold | |
| As flowers she tight holds | |
| This is her end | |
| No one can mend | |
| What death calls for to the cold waters | |
| This is her end | |
| No life to spend | |
| Only an end so cold | |
| Nettles for harming | |
| And orchids for charming | |
| Poppies for doom | |
| And violets for gloom | |
| An end so cold | |
| With flowers which reminds her pain, so cold | |
| As love in days of old | |
| The end's coming fast | |
| As water runs past | |
| Flowers compose a scene so pleasing | |
| Is up the past | |
| Peaceful at last | |
| Only an end so cold | |
| Nettles for harming | |
| And orchids for charming | |
| Poppies for doom | |
| And violets for gloom | |
| Daisies for cleanness | |
| And pansies for meanness | |
| For death and sorrow | |
| One forget-me-not |