Scent and Flower

ied breath, steering the silver song in flight

ied breath, steering the silver song in flight

Och! Sweet saffron voice that golden's my day

Ride a hundred days, oar a thousand night

My heartfelt gratitude to the minstrel must pay.

At last fate birthed forth the long pended hour

Delights rang the breast, the soul bright a glower

As her arcing lips more a lovelier strung

Pleasant notes sweeter than the honey upon my tongue.

When the night fared behind dawn's tower

A crystal stream sunk her in translucent light

Her compact beauty was salt to my suitor sight

For I adored the sweet scent not the flower.