SONG.
Dawn paints thy lattice;
The virginal hours
Fold in thy sweet soul
Its night-blooming flowers;
Lakes in the hollows,
And clouds in the skies,
Drink in the light
Like thy beautiful eyes,—
Sunbeams betraying
Where bright waters be—
Morn of my heaven.
Oh smile thou for me!
The virginal hours
Fold in thy sweet soul
Its night-blooming flowers;
Lakes in the hollows,
And clouds in the skies,
Drink in the light
Like thy beautiful eyes,—
Sunbeams betraying
Where bright waters be—
Morn of my heaven.
Oh smile thou for me!
