Elegy echoes

In the middle of a snow-covered tree
a calm rose bud has bloomed,
  and the angel dreamed of the house with white wings touching the heart of the tree.
  will not come down  on the ground the tear hanging from the lash, but
  freeze and tremble with thin bells,
the Purple Finch  will knock with fragile feathers into the scaly and trembling trunk
and from somewhere far away through the foamy cloud will spread and will there still be a painful and longing voice ...