I DARK her eyes as the forest pines When the slanting sun declines, Deeper than the ebon night Tresses that exhale the light. Donna Marina! Donna Marina! II Like a June-enchanted rose, Faery spells about her close; Tranced in moonlight at her feet Dreams the mystic marguerite. Donna Marina! Donna Marina! III All whereon her footprints press She doth sanctify and bless; Mountain daisies bow before her, Whispering each how they adore her. Donna Marina! Donna Marina! IV Two sweet doves, divinely prest, Flutter 'neath her broider'd vest, Passioning their silken bars In the panoply of Mars. Donna Marina! Donna Marina! V Tremulous smiles and tender tears, Queen of all our hopes and fears! Captive-captain of our band, Victory in thy little hand! Donna Marina! Donna Marina! |