Classic Poem

The cool,
soft touches of
the falling dew calm my soul;
And my mind,
blessed with the dew
joys calm and cool, is at rest!
My beloved!
come to me
as the dew of my eyes!
Come to day
as the dew cometh!
And cool my soul parched
by the pain of long,
long separation!
My beloved! it is the season
of the cooling dew!