Oh do you wish to know my Loves?
Then you must come with me
To every land of all the lands
And the waves of every sea.
My love she nestles to my side,
Nor careth who discern,
For she’s the breeze o’ the Southern Seas
Where the egg-spume waters turn.
My love she wraps me in her arms
With a crushing grasp and wild,
For she was born o’ the six-months morn,
A strong, tumultuous child.
My love needs throw a kiss to me,
And the kiss is the rainbow spray,
Then laughing in glee, coquettishly,
She lightly trips away.
My love she comes with open arms,
A dazzling beauty bold—
Lilac and rose and amber,
Scarlet and blazing gold.
My love she gently beckons me
And folds me nearer yet,
A blushing maid with crown of jade
Where the first pale stars are set.
Oh do you wish to know my Loves?
Then you must come with me
To every land of all the lands
And the waves of every sea.
THE FORUM
Here strode triumphant Cæsars
Returning honored home:
Here rose the gorgeous temples
Of proud imperial Rome.