["Mio Salvatore"]
"Were I a king, my crown of gold
I should not for a moment hold,
Did not thy brow its glory share,
Were thou not ever next my chair.
"Were I a God, my heaven would be
One long, lone, vast sterility,
Eternal only in its woe
Did thou not all its purpose know.
"Were I a saint, my midnight cell
Would be the portico of hell,
Did not my scourging heart attest
Thy love dwells in a stricken breast."
["Love's Horizon"]
Love is the salt sea's savour,
Love is the palm-tree's sheen,
Love is the sky of evening.
That softly sets between.
Love is the ocean's purple,
Love is the mountain's crest,
Love is the golden Eagle
That hither builds his nest.
The wind that lists at morning.
The first song of the bird,
The leaves that stir so lightly
Before a limb has stirred: