H. V. Ellis - At Dawn lyrics

One moment, Night fold up thy wings again; And cast upon mine eyes the shadow of sleep; And in thy breath once more my senses steep; And draw once more thy clouds about my brain, Whereon who looketh may forget his pain: For floating there even now my Mistress bent Her lips towards me, as on speech intent, For which my whole soul gasped as flowers for rain. Then at the rustle of thy wings she fled Frighted; and, though with hope to stay her flight, I thrice called out, she vanished out of sight: Bid her return that so her speech be said. (The day is up, a voice is in the trees, And I am I, and she is over seas.)