Address To Nineteen

Morning light gently touched my eyes,

And I trod the bushes for that solitary bird

Singing is despair, beneath its voice agony lies;

Pain of eternal longing can seldom be heard.

There the bird whose silky feathers and golden beak lit;

Upwards it cast, through waves, a Ruby glow.

Beside that tree new life announced the absence of snow.

Ah! Only if I could take you there to show the wonders.

The place I met the fairest maiden in my life,

I couldn't even obtain her grief beguile.

There you can't rob anyone from their eternal teens;

All for that charmed romantic eye

Through the clouds of pale white, laughs the cerulean sky.