XIV. Second Nocturne
I slept, but my heart kept vigil. I heard the knock of my beloved. “Open to me, my sister, my love,my perfect one, my dove!My head is wet with dew,my hair with the drops of the night.”
I slept, but my heart kept vigil. I heard the knock of my beloved. “Open to me, my sister, my love,my perfect one, my dove!My head is wet with dew,my hair with the drops of the night.”