Lily of the valley Poem by Marshak for children

Black forest, warm awakened,
Spring dampness enveloped.
And on the threads of pearls
Wind each shaking.

Buds round bells
Still closed and dense,
But the sun reveals the corollas
The bells of spring.

Nature carefully swaddled,
Wrapped in a wide sheet,
The flower grows in the wilderness untouched,
Cool, delicate and fragrant.

Languishing forest early in the spring,
And all the happy sadness,
And all their fragrance
He gave a bitter flower.