And swept me outward, ’cross a sea of night,
Night amethystine, purple, rich, and deep
Where multi-colored stars their watches keep
And sing in whirling splendor words like these—
“Aman terriblemente en mi país!”
XXV
Mazeltov
O! sweet is your forgiveness, Dear, to me,
How sweet I think and think and cannot tell;
If Love’s a great, great thirst it is the well