The waves rose high, or swayed as if to bow,
I came back with my heart ablaze for morrow.
Toward the splendid morrow I sing and cry:
"The mountains tempted me with colours fair—"
"Their splendour like a blossom's jewelled flare,"
"Like gathered bouquets—here a blush of red,"
"Like cheeks aglow when morning's light is spread—"
"I see the rock, when sunset flames unfold,"
"Outshine the sun before night's dark enfold—"
"Desert turned garden, fragrant, tender, mild—"
"It tells of love with sympathetic wild—"
"I passed the night in longing, keen desire—"
"Ardent and free—the lovers' native fire."
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