1 The sun descends, the day grows late, Dark clouds the welkin fleck; The whistle of the boatswain's mate Sounds on the windy deck. As leaps the vicuna o'er the plain We leap across the sea; And Lima, from this stormy main, My heart returns to thee. Far off the music of the dance, Where joy the night-hour chases; Far off (what eyes like theirs can glance?) The sweet Limenean faces; But as our vessel northward booms Beneath the stormy sky, Cristobal's mount before me looms, The Rimac wanders by. 2 Querida mia, once again I hear thy tender voice; Of all the maids in Lima then, Thou ever wast my choice. Once more thy gentle form I take, And through the waltz we float -- The music is a fairy lake, O'er which doth glide our boat. On -- on -- thy pulse is timed with mine, Our spirits are as one; On -- on -- till morning sun doth shine, And joyous night is done! Querida mia, distant now The hands which here address thee; But to thy beauty still I bow, And still I pray -- God bless thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 2 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |