TO-NIGHT the stars are flowing gold; The light South wind is blowing cold, @3Esta es mi lucha?@1 The bright, bent moon is growing old, @3Escucha!@1 Now test thy pride, and fearless prove, Now blest—my bride—my peerless dove, @3Juanita,@1 Come rest beside me here, sweet love, @3Eres bendita!@1 Through tall and silent trees there seems To fall the promise of fair dreams. @3Querida!@1 How all the starry white air gleams. @3Mi vida!@1 What dream, Juanita—fancied bliss— Could seem so sweet a trance as this? @3Dulcura,@1 Or beam warm as thy glance or kiss? @3Alma pura!@1 What bliss to hold my fairy prize, One kiss! yon star-gold, wary eyes, @3Que gloria!@1 Saw this in far-old Paradise, @3Memoria!@1 But Eden held no face like thine; Nor creed in perfect grace like mine. @3Que pascion!@1 To read thy tender ways divine @3Es mi adoracion!@1 Adieu! I linger here too long; For you my fingers sweep too strong. @3Que Diosa!@1 Be true to singer and to song! @3Adios! Hermosa!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MILKMAID'S SONG by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING STILL FALLS THE RAIN; THE RAIDS, 1940. NIGHT AND DAWN by EDITH SITWELL THE BURIAL-MARCH OF THE DUNDEE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN POSTHUMOUS by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS |