Behold the East, where rosy dawn awakes,
And through the curtain’s veil the sunlight breaks;
The world outside begins its restless song,
Yet here with thee is where my days belong.
Though Apollo drives his chariot of fire,
Thou art the sum of all my soul’s desire.
The scent of roasted beans and linen warm,
Protect us from the waking world’s alarm.
No garden bloom with dew upon its face
Can match the quiet splendor of thy grace.
Sleep still clings softly to thy heavy eyes,
A sweeter sight than any morning skies.
Unseal those lids, let sapphire orbs reveal
A radiance that the stars might wish to steal.
For though the sun ascends his burning throne,
My world revolves around thy heart alone.
Rise now, my love, and greet the golden air,
And cast thy gentle brightness everywhere.
Go forth today, embraced by love’s decree,
May every hour bring joy and peace to thee.
Let not the city’s noise disturb thy breast,
But carry my affection as thy crest.
Until twilight returns to end the day,
My heart goes with thee on thy gentle way.
