In the garden, with violets gathered in your hair,
Bride of Summer, what enchantment do you wear?
Kiss the water, river daughter, lock your smile away.
Hidden treasure, future pleasure for a rainy day,
you say
Outside my window, I hear you whisper in the evening breeze.
You weave your story, a web of gold between the sleeping trees.
Tired flowers, dying hours, veil across the sky.
Distant thunder, sliding under, echoes of your sigh
Glide by.