The moon, like a flowerIn heaven's high bower,With silent delightSits and smiles on the night.

Every Night and every MornSome to Misery are born.Every Morn and every NightSome are born to Sweet Delight,Some are born to Endless Night.

Energy is eternal delight

There is a smile of love,And there is a smile of deceit,And there is a smile of smilesIn which these two smiles meet.

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.