The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist! Faded the flower and all its budded charms, Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes, Faded the shape of beauty from my arms, Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise – Vanish’d unseasonably at shut of eve, When the dusk holiday – or holinight Of fragrant-curtain’d love begins to weave The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight, But, as I’ve read love’s missal through to-day, He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.
In the mountains,
when the sunlight wakes her up,
the morning begins,
We see her brightly colored wings,
She flies through the routes of flowers, rivers, brooks,
and through the petals of blue delphiniums.
Like a lady with courage and compassion,
giving soothe to the eyes of lovers.
like a queen of nature’s kingdom,
who visits her kingdom,
Greeting, praying, asking “how’re they doing.”
She roams across the mountains and forests,
rivers and seas,
spreading love and colors,
in a generous way,
to the clouds, stones, and waters,
in the zig-zag exploration of life.