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Song [The Flower Unfolds Its Dawning Cup]
by [?]

The flower unfolds its dawning cup,
And the young sun drinks the star-dews up,
At eve it droops with the bliss of day,
And dreams in the midnight far away.

So am I in thy sole, sweet glance
Pressed with a weight of utterance;
Lovingly all my leaves unfold,
And gleam to the beams of thirsty gold.

At eve I droop, for then the swell
Of feeling falters forth farewell; –
At midnight I am dreaming deep,
Of what has been, in blissful sleep.

When–ah! when will love’s own fight
Wed me alike thro’ day and night,
When will the stars with their linking charms
Wake us in each other’s arms?