On a fair blessed night, your fairest year
Comes in music, and in sweet dreams you hear.
Happy birthday she says, and songs she sings,
Choired by stars so soft, and tender winds
Who bring nights the lyrics and clouds the cues
To wake dull petals with refreshing dews,
While you, my rose bud, alone bloom in fain
To be as touching, with or without rain.
By shores of years where youth is eroded,
Tonight so calm shall be pebbles loaded.
Dwelling as still in the aging waves alone
As the easeful redolence of your own.
So thrive in joy, don't make your spring squandered,
And sleep on bliss from whom you've so wondered.
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