LL day to watch the blue wave curl and break,

All night to hear it plunging on the shore—

In this sea-dream such draughts of life I take,

I cannot ask for more.

Behind me lie the idle life and vain,

The task unfinished, and the weary hours;

That long wave softly bears me back to Spain

And the Alhambra’s towers!

Once more I halt in Andalusian Pass,

To list the mule-bells jingling on the height;