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Show H PRj Red like the locks of a -warrior bold ffl illlBflB as the South wind comes from her cloister afar W j 'I'HMnl Bnt 1 know what these luminous waning sines, H I t''&flB AluI the murmurous South winds steal H 'IHP Such lustrous hues and those madrigals K ! jBBB I see her glance on the rolling waves R wHffl Ah, the pride of the viking in battle smoke Ik .'ilif8Bl Tnen t some far isle by the gilded waves 5 We shall float afar on the silver path Into the dawn on the ship of love With steady and even keel; For my heart is entwined and forever shall be By my loved one Almatia Reel. By the solemn sea with its dripping sails, Tethered at last to a reef of gold, A ship is moored, and its stanchions bare In the mist of the dawn are strangely cold. Out where the woodland song is hushed, There where the weeping hour sighs, Is the kiss unheard of an angel's lips, And a heart in the pallid lilies lies. |