And dream at times her face, and dream it mine.
Once in the palm-grove she looked back on me;
A wild brier caught her zone: I saw it fall:
Large is the earth, the sun, the stars, the sea—
For me that rosy girdle clasps them all.
II.
By night I crossed the tremulous poplar bound
Which cools the south wind with its watery bower;
I heard the river's murmur, mid that sound,
And smelt the fragrance of the trampled flower.