Fair pearl of Night—
That doth anew
To petal bright
Give charm to lure—
Thou art so pure!
Tho’ one I love is just as pure.
In drowsy bud Night breathed. “May love here bide!”
But love and pain are one, so floweret sighed
When glistening dew to perfumed petal clung,
Imploring—“Wake me not! by zephyr swung,