O SUDDEN heaven! superb surprise! O day to dream again! O Spanish eyebrows, Spanish eyes, Voice and allures of Spain! No answering glance her glances seek, Her smile no suitor knows; That lucid pallor of her cheek Is lovelier than the rose;— But when she wakens, when she stirs, And life and love begin, How blaze those amorous eyes of hers, And what a god within! I watched her heart's arising strife, Half eager, half afraid; I paused; I would not wake to life The tinted marble maid. But starlike through my dreams shall go, Pale, with a fiery train, The Spanish glory, Spanish glow, The passion which is Spain. |