 | Areytos or songs and ballads of the South |  |
THE BLUE WAVE MOUNTS.
I.
The blue wave mounts our packet's side,The breeze blows fresh and free,
And the rippling gleams of the moonlight glide,
Making pathways through the sea;
And in gushes sweet from the orange groves,
O'er the longing sense the odors swell;
And, oh! that song—it is surely Love's,
Breathing fond promise and sad farewell—
Passionate promise of meeting soon,
Sworn by the zephyr, and sea, and moon!
II.
Oh! sweetest of all, in this sweet hour,Would mine were yon happy minstrel's art!
Then, with strain of a wild and witching power,
Would I win away thy heart!—
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To the kindred glories of sky and sea,
That moon, and zephyr, and star should woo,
In a fond sweet prayer with me;
'Till thy lips should murmur with fond return,
And thy breast with a kindred passion burn!
III.
Oh! could I sing thee what now I feel,With voice subdued to this realm of bliss!
Make the moon's tenderness o'er thee steal—
Waft thee mine with the zephyr's kiss!
Teach thee, through scent of the orange grove,
How hearts should be loving, and maidens true!
Spell thee to dreams of a faithful love,
By waters so bright, 'neath a sky so blue!—
Till through zephyr, and sky, and moon, and sea,
Thou would'st share all the passion I feel for thee!
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