Night Flowers of the Child

Bring me flowers of night dear child of light

In your flight of fancy so high, so wild,

Never meek nor mild in this waking dream

When we now possess only what is best

In youth taking wing to bring down a star

From afar off in heaven while we sing,

And smiles come from the flowers you bring

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