LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC.
And lazy bosoms keep
Their slumber perfect and their sorcery,
While dawny winds arise,
And fast the white ship flies
To those young groves of olive by the shore,
The spring-clad shore we seek
That slopes to yonder peak
Snow-clad, bright-gleaming, as the silver ore
Plucked by pale fingers slow
In balmy Mexico,
A king on thunder throned, his diadem
The ruby rocks that flash
The sunlight like a lash
When sunlight touches, and sweeps over them
A crown of light! Behold!
The white seas touch the gold,
And flame like flowers of fire about the prow.
It is the hour for sleep,
Lulled by the moveless deep
To sleep, sweet wife, to sleep! Yes, kiss me now!