Tell me, dear beauty of the dusk,
When purple ribbons bind the hill,
Do dreams your secret wish fulfill,
Do prayers, like kernels from the
Come from your lips?
Tell me if
The mountains loom at night, giant
Of softer shadow, swift like
Of grass seeds come to flower.
Tell me if the night winds
Them towards me, if the
As it ripples past your shore,
Catches the soul of what you send.
