The Grave Said to the Rose

The grave said to the rose:
“With the tears that dawn sprinkles upon you
What do you make, flower of love?”
The rose said to the tomb:
“What do you make of those who fall
In your ever-open abyss?”

The rose said, “sombre tomb,
From these tears I make in the shade
A fragrance of amber and of honey.”
The tomb said, “wistful flower,
From each soul that arrives to me
I make an angel in heaven.”

Victor Hugo