The darkness comes, prevails and veils
only till then thee come as dream to peel!
Thy hues at night I gather, pool
and wait till day to make the flowers fool!
Thy whispers blue I save for Sun
to make Him blush and feel a tickling fun!
The notes of thy seductive songs
on lips my etch to warbles teach new twangs!
Be there a day, I wonder why
when thou're my dream of night, be truth or lie!
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