His gay ambrosia

(2309)  Tumi esechile mrdu hesechile

You had come, You had smiled tenderly,
Pouring nectar heavenly.
I looked not back, nothing I said;
Infatuated, inattentive had I been.

Setting the latch, I was in a niche of dwelling;
Privately, I have thought of myself only.
A high ranking I've desired constantly in psyche,
On the bank of a dark stream.

Away You went, affection's yoke having left;
Neath that love, often the world dances.
Irresistibly, a painted flower blossoms,
Swaying to the pulse of Him only.

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