Whence the dew is busy dropping sleep
I go to thee where my dreams I keep
And like the day which wakes up sweet
Tracing the blessed night's happy feet
I find myself joyous to the core
Eos like whence thy Love thee pour,
All over me from the painted sky
Bracing thy softness how go on I
Eulogising thee more with all my heart
Where words arrive with flowery birth,
And I just get filled with thy wonder true
As the morn brings that golden hue,
Whence the dew is busy dropping sleep
I go to thee where my dreams I keep.
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