How many women this moon-smitten night
Lie sleepless, smiling, holding each apart,
Like exquisite white roses on her heart,
The wondrous words Love whispered her all day,
Fearful lest slumber dim their dear delight.

Oh, happy sisters, through the moon and dew
Here with my roses I rejoice with you!

How many women this moon-smitten night
Turn from its wonder lest their hearts may break,
And, yearning, only sleep—yet count awake
Each empty hour, these steps that lead from Love,
Praying but rest, but rest in joy's despite.

Oh, sisters, would tonight your eyes might take
This sleep I banish for my roses' sake!