The blue ethereal arch of night.
Ah this fair earth hath many a scene
By pure and genial breezes fanned,
Yet boasts no realm cloudless, serene,
Like my own Andalusian land.
“But dull to me the fairest clime,
Cheerless its landscapes to my view,
Unless another’s eye with mine,
Can gaze upon its beauty too;
And vain to me the rich perfume