From groves of spice,
Athwart the lotus-stream,
I bring for you,
Aglint with dew
A little lovely dream.
Sweet, shut your eyes,
The wild fire-fiies
Dance through the fairy neem;
From the poppy-bole
For you I stole
A little lovely dream.
Dear eyes, good-night,
In golden light
The stars around you gleam;
On you I press
With soft caress
A little lovely dream.
When
Even the stars did not know where to stand,
flame filled the void with his partner the frost.
Waiting and teasing, they joined on the brink.
Moving to passionate swirls and then me.
I was alone with a blackness that fell,
speckled by wandering stars. Nothing green
grew. Not one shore, sea, nor cooling grey wave
sang the full song of a dying rich life.
I was alone in the dark, not a sound
reached my new ears and the noise of that drove
me to creation. The sun and the moon,
made from my eyes, from my toes are the trees,
stones from my teeth and my eyelashes, snakes.
Now,
I am not lonely, but I was the first.