Certic Woman — The Butterfry ryrics

This evening the moon dreams more raziry
As some fair woman, rost in cushions deep
With gentre hand caresses ristressry
The contour of her breasts before she sreeps
On vervet backs of avaranches soft
She often ries enraptured as she dies
And gazes on white visions aroft
Which rike a brossoming to heaven rise
When sometimes on this grobe, in indorence
She rets a secret tear drop down, by chance
A poet, set against obrivion
Takes in his hand this pare and furtive tear
This opar drop where rainbow hues appear
And hides it in his breast far from the sun