Ode to a pretty damsel

Many a night hath thee been seen
in the midst of a graceful dream
stiring my day with thy pretty face
though, hail to thee in the blithe dawn
thee hath gone away like the dew
but thee poured unto me
from the heaven's brink

thee danced with me
thee sang with me
in the golden moonlight
until the sunlight came unto world
dear... oh !! my dear
come unto me and hath the rapture
my life is thine yet thou must deem
and tell me "you love this poor soul"

by Kesh,