Herranic
Among the pale flowers Growing in their bed, Among unreal hours,
In me longing cowers To touch thy golden head Among the pale flowers.
With what unseen powers Is my strange mind fed Among unreal hours?
Ah, me! in sighing bowers Thou art by passion led Among the pale flowers.
In the shade of opal towers Thine other love is dead Among unreal hours.
Thy whispers are my dowers Dreaming in this lonely bed Among the pale flowers, Among unreal hours.
