There's No Dew Left On

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.

How Short Our Happy Days Appear! How Long The Sorrowful!

There's No Dew Left On The Daisies And Clover; There's No Rain Left In Heaven.

The Moon Looks Upon Many Night Flowers; The Night Flowers See But One Moon.

Quoth The Ocean, "dawn! O Fairest, Clearest, Touch Me With Thy Golden Fingers Bland; For I Have No Smile Till Thou Appearest For The Lovely Land.