Spring Passion
Blue sky, green fields, and lazy yellow sun!
— Why should I hunger for the burning South,
Where beauty needs no travail to be won,
— Now I may kiss her pure impassioned mouth?
Winds rippling with the rich delight of spring!
— Why should I yearn for myriad-colored skies,
Lit by auroral suns, when I may sing
— The flame and rapture of her starry eyes?
Oh, song of birds, and flowers fair to see!
— Why should I thirst for far-off Eden-isles,
When I may hear her discourse melody,
— And bask, a dreamer, in her dreamy smiles?
— Why should I hunger for the burning South,
Where beauty needs no travail to be won,
— Now I may kiss her pure impassioned mouth?
Winds rippling with the rich delight of spring!
— Why should I yearn for myriad-colored skies,
Lit by auroral suns, when I may sing
— The flame and rapture of her starry eyes?
Oh, song of birds, and flowers fair to see!
— Why should I thirst for far-off Eden-isles,
When I may hear her discourse melody,
— And bask, a dreamer, in her dreamy smiles?
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