As the sun raced homeward,
To me she sounded:
Cast into my eyes man and
Let no tears dropp on thy cheeks,
For division is such sweet sorrow;
But take thou my kisses
The very kisses of good night.
Here tomorrow the sun will set out
And so shall I set out
Mine eyes upon thee
With smiles on our faces
Sculpting out our passions
That men may behold true love
And good-night kisses the division.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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