The lull of night brings you before me, dressed in distant land of Nod And within, my heart beholds you growing there within the sod But eye beneath the perfumed brow, why look to me again? You are seldom's sister, how to tell my never's friend?
In the quiet of hope's surrounding, where you teach a passion song And bid it sing of love abounding to ev'ry hate among the throngs But mouth adorned with honeyed tongue, why speak to me again? Your song seldom's sister sung to tell my never's friend
In pleasure's garden you have wandered, throbbing in the dust of aim Helping all my friends of wisdom, kindling light and answer rain But flower of certain's ancient season, why send your breath again? You're seldom sister's reason for remaining never's friend