Now speaks the crimson petal, now the white Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk
Nor winks the ghosting in the potpourri fonts The firefly wakens, waken thou with me
Now hopefully our sweetness stop And slips into the bosom of the lake
So thaw thyself, my dearest thou And slip into my bosom and be lost in me
Now takes the milk-white peacock like a ghost And like a ghost she glimmers onto me
Now lies the earth for taking air to the stars And all thy heart lies open unto me
Now hopefully our sweetness stop And slips into the bosom of the lake
So thaw thyself, my dearest thou And slip into my bosom and be lost in me
Now slides the silent meteor on And leaves a shining furrow as thy thoughts in me
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up And slips into the bosom of the lake
So fold thyself, my dearest thou And slip into my bosom and be lost in me
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up And slips into the bosom of the lake
So fold thyself, my dearest thou And slip into my bosom and be lost in me