Painting in the style of Arnold Böcklin. Hanging with yellow pears and full of wild roses, the land into the lake, you lovely swans, and drunk with kisses, dip their head into the holy sober water. Woe is me, where do I take, when It's winter, the flowers, and where the sunshine, And shadows of the earth? The walls are standing speechless and cold, in the wind the flags clink Mehr sehen