Analysis of Edelweiss

THERE grows a white, white flower  
 By the wild Alps of romance;  
And who would reach its dainty leaves  
 Takes life and death in chance.  

There is a dark, dark cavern          
 Where a woman goes alone,  
Takes hope and peril in her hand  
 And fights Death on his throne.  

To our heart’s breathless calling  
 She comes from the cavern wild,          
Holding in her exhausted arms  
 A small, white, blossoming child.