The Beautiful Blossom of Night

Now the night is coming in
With eternal star spin

Of flowers dark profound
Leaves of autumn bound

Nectar of its deep scent
Through the moods are blent

A warp with a little bud
Stem like stick in the mud

Of flower of blossom dark
With circling lines tidemark

Those come with its easy glow
With winter and little snow

So little on window still
With dreams of the moon to spill

Deeper than bluish tincture
And softer than any fur

The petals around its dew drip
Like those of a fairy’s lip

The beautiful blossom of night
Like a riddle in thoughts height

When hour of morning awakes in