You must have once watched the rising sun
As it appeared with grace at the horizon
After which its rich beams fall on your face-
That lustrous face and wakes smiles by grace.
You must have felt the breeze blow your hair,
While its tender waves stroke your ear:
You must have watched those blue Daffodils
Bloom with spectral pride on earth's fossils
While you feel that heart of yours rejoice-
What a moment! Digesting nature's voice.
You must have scaled the valleys
Decorated your hair with sweet lilies
And dipped your hands in the falls:
What a moment! Heeding to nature's calls.
Just think of all those moments woven in one piece!
What a burst of Joy! What an incessant bliss!
O! That is the feeling that lingers in my soul
As my eyes like scopes behold your roll.
You must have dreamed like a sprouting seed:
Your dreams were of more innocent breed-
You always sleep-walked in more blissful Days
But always came awake with regrets in this dark base.
Am but a poor poet, who sees and paints
And like an observer may carry pains
That give his meek and spry heart distress
Because he paints another's lustrous mistress.