Red clouds come floating. Oh! that I were day,
Resplendent, bountiful, a heaven-born fire,
Filled with the glory of my own desire,
And thou, the trembling earth awaiting me!
TO THE EARTH
Oh! hadst thou kindly arms that could enfold me
While yet I live, sweet Earth, console and hold me
Unto thy bosom, thou, my fruitful Mother.
Oh! hadst thou human lips for soft caresses,
To meet mine own in some pure kiss that blesses,