Balm
With fragrant scent the balm doth warm the breath, which softlly fans her face; Could my breathing ever this much charm and bliss in Thy kisses trace ?
Already yet in waves of darker cold flows night through meads to marshy alder - trees, and palest mists have thinly rolled over breeze and warmth and scents that please.
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)
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