in the hills, once again i stand,

blue from far, and near green;

a portrait, from nature's hand,

colors, everywhere to be seen.

what, but their beauty does mean,

unless by my angel's eyes, seen!

on the golden sea shore i stroll,

gentle waves wrapping my feet;

the blue sky, as if melts and fall,

like the beloveds meet.

 

the golden sand is, but full of gloom,

i pine for your touch, like burning June!

yet, near me always you are,

in busy streets, and lonely palms;

i try to escape, far and far,

only to find me, in your invisible arms.

seems, i behold that eternal creed

always where, we meet.