The flower unfolds its dawning cup, <br />And the young sun drinks the star-dews up, <br />At eve it droops with the bliss of day, <br />And dreams in the midnight far away. <br /> <br />So am I in thy sole, sweet glance <br />Pressed with a weight of utterance; <br />Lovingly all my leaves unfold, <br />And gleam to the beams of thirsty gold. <br /> <br />At eve I droop, for then the swell <br />Of feeling falters forth farewell; - <br />At midnight I am dreaming deep, <br />Of what has been, in blissful sleep. <br /> <br />When-ah! when will love's own fight <br />Wed me alike thro' day and night, <br />When will the stars with their linking charms <br />Wake us in each other's arms?<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-untitled-6/
