The Lotus

By Heinrich Heine

The Lotus flower shudders
When the Sun brings forth his light
She drops her head in slumber
To dream in wait for night

The moon is the Lotus’ lover
He wakes her with bright grace
Before him she will gladly uncover
Her bloom’s devoted face

She shines and glows and blossoms
And mutely gazes above
She sighs and weeps and trembles
With the woe of love

Art via topart168.com

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