by Karl Flaster (1905 - 1965)

It is a spring night
Language: English 
It is a Spring night, O my Beloved!
The scent of the Wistaria draws me,
With caressing, invisible fingers.
And once more I walk in the garden of my dreams!

Ah! That you were here with me my Beloved!
Attired in moon-colored silks
Swaying on your tiny lily feet,
Here with me among the languorous night fragrance of the flowers,
  in the garden of my dreams!

My soul is filled with a celestial scent.
I lift my eyes above the earth, and behold!
There in the dark garden of the heavens
Blooms white, and misty, a Lotus moon!

Oh! That thou wert here with me,
To share this ecstasy
This white and misty Lotus moon
That fills the soul with a celestial scent.
Blooming there, in the dark garden of the heavens,
So high above the lonely garden of my dreams!


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