The Moon of Flowers
First published online on 2010 January 03.
Oh, moon of flowers! Sweet moon of flowers,
Why dost thou mind me of the hours
Which flew so softly on that night
When I last saw and felt thy light?
Oh, moon of flowers! Thou moon of flowers,
Would thou couldst give me back those hours,
Since which a dull cold year has fled,
Or show me those with whom they sped!
Oh, moon of flowers! Oh, moon of flowers!
In scenes afar were past those hours,
Which still with fond regret I see,
And wish my heart could change like thee!
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