A cloudless night! Into sleep, the Sun goes,  
Rousing the Moon into amorous thoughts,
Calm ‘n cool- perfect for love- an ambience
That breeds longings in leaves and grass.

Their moist desires condense into dews,
Roll with passion, hug and kiss the leaves;  
And then, go limp, and droop the grass;
Then the Sun wakes ‘n the Moon recedes.

The golden shine and the morning breeze  
Arouse all leaves to rise up  and dance;
With love lost and failed, the sorry dews,
Hug and hold on to the tips of the blades.

Cling! Strive to hold on; hang on, oh dews!
Never to go off!  To fall headlong!  Alas!...


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