From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
