Lotus blossom

The Lotus-flower trembles

Before the sun's gold light;

And, with her head low drooping,

Waits, dreamily, the night.

The Moon, he is her lover,

He wakes her with his light,

And unto him reveals she

Her flower-face so bright.

She blooms and glows and brightens,

And dumbly looks above;

She weeps and sighs and trembles

With love and the woes of love.