[…]
One dark night the three of them met.
One gives heart to the others: - Don’t fret,
no, do not now droop so dejected.
We shall not be destroyed by hell’s fires,
we shall each other inspire.
No bomb nor gold ever shall hurt you
and always you’ll hold to your virtue.
And you will be never all-white,
and you will never be red,
white-and-red shall stay ever your colour,
like a tempestuous aurora,
red, like a wine-chalice red,
white, like a snowstorm wide-spread,
ever beloved and dearest,
this white and this red.
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