NIGHT-FLOWERS
This night hath no disease;It knows not wrecks nor warsNor deaths of human minds.The feet of the sweet windsBreak all the river’s peaceInto marmoreal bars.The tops of moonlit treesHave blossomed with white stars,And perfumes that one findsIn old Arabian jarsHad never blooms like these!
This night hath no disease;It knows not wrecks nor warsNor deaths of human minds.The feet of the sweet windsBreak all the river’s peaceInto marmoreal bars.The tops of moonlit treesHave blossomed with white stars,And perfumes that one findsIn old Arabian jarsHad never blooms like these!
This night hath no disease;It knows not wrecks nor warsNor deaths of human minds.The feet of the sweet windsBreak all the river’s peaceInto marmoreal bars.The tops of moonlit treesHave blossomed with white stars,And perfumes that one findsIn old Arabian jarsHad never blooms like these!
This night hath no disease;
It knows not wrecks nor wars
Nor deaths of human minds.
The feet of the sweet winds
Break all the river’s peace
Into marmoreal bars.
The tops of moonlit trees
Have blossomed with white stars,
And perfumes that one finds
In old Arabian jars
Had never blooms like these!