a quivering deep within myself i feel
this mortal coil that strives to reach the stars
and slowly like the sweet shy bud in spring
sipping dew of heav’nly sweet nectar
unfurling petals of the brightest hue
and bathing in the radiant rays of Ra
soft, trembling with delight unmet by far
by any creature sharing mortal breath
more full yet than the halls in Zeus’ abode
of Pan’s enchanting tunes or bard’s sweet rhymes
outpourings of entrancing harmonies
fill earth and heavens with the sweetest songs.
and as the helpless bud i can but wait
till lover true doth save me from my fate.