Jens Klimek - The Evening Primrose - текст песни (слова)

When once the sun sinks in the west,
 And dew-drops pearl the evening's breast;
 Almost as pale as moonbeams are,
 Or its companionable star,
 The evening primrose opes anew
 Its delicate blossoms to the dew
 And hermit-like, shunning the light,
 Wastes its fair bloom upon the night;
 Who, blindfold to its fond caresses,
 Knows not the beauty he possesses.
 Thus it blooms on while night is by.
 When day looks out with open eye,
 Bashed at the gaze it cannot shun,
 It faints and withers and is gone.