The Lotus flower shudders
When the Sun brings forth his light.
She droops her head in slumber
To dream in wait for the night
The moon is the Lotus' lover.
He wakes her with bright grace
Before him she will gladly uncover
Her flower's devoted face.
She shines and glows and blossoms
And mutely gazes above.
She sighs and weeps and trembles
With love and the woe of love.
Heinrich Heine, 1797-1856
