Where rich and warm a sunless glory lies!
There, ’mid the blossoms, love lies stretched along,
And fills the air with passion and with song,
And dancing waves below, and winds above,
Seem warm with kisses from the lips we love.
Ah! Gilbert, shall our spirits haunt no more
Those bowers of love on fancy’s airy shore?
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Fierce as the waves of ocean lashed to strife,