The Lotus Flower

The lotus flower is troubled

At the sun’s resplendent light;

With sunken head and sadly

She dreamily waits for the night.



The moon appears as her wooer,

She wakes at his fond embrace;

For him she kindly uncovers

Her sweetly flowering face.



She blooms and glows and glistens,

And mutely gazes above;

She weeps and exhales and trembles

With love and the sorrows of love.