To own thee master, and to yield myself,
My soul, my body, and my hope of Heaven,
Into thy keeping, yes, I love thee still,
And evermore shall love thee!'

Then I took
The maiden in my arms.

High in the air
The small cicada sang his slumbrous song;
The autumn breeze was warm upon our brows;
The waves in distance glistened.

On the rocks
Our warriors, in scarlet and in green,
In armour and in rags, a motley throng,
With shouts exulted in their victory.
And from a little village far below
The priests came toiling up with bread and salt,
Symbols of Slavic welcome : and with tears
Upon their aged cheeks, they praised our deeds,
And promised us an everlasting fame.

NABRESINA's heights are fair, and Prosecco wine is

rare ! Sweet Trieste upon her terraces is beautiful to see ; But the loveliest by far of all things that lovely are On the Adriatic's sounding shores, will ever be for me

Miramar!

II

O the sea is great and gray when the borras on it

play, But as gentle as a maiden in a dream when sinks the

wind : Maximilian, sailor born, sailing forth one gusty morn, In a skiff was rudely cast ashore, and thus he chanced to find

Miramar.

III

He had sailed to East and West, trodden lands

accurst and blest; Set the royal Hapsburg banner up against the windy

sky; And had followed it for years, knowing nor fatigue nor

fears; And, when sailing proudly homeward, oft his ship had bounded by

Miramar.

IV

Now, when cast upon the strand, 'twas as if enchanted

land Opened suddenly by magic to his storm-bewildered

gaze ; Long he wandered in the vale, till a port where never

gale Came to rage did he discover : then he hastened home to praise

Miramar.

V

O the laurel-roses grow and the rich camelias blow
In those valleys by the sea where the wild vine

clothes the hills !:

O the nightingale goes mad, singing melodies half-sad, Half voluptuous, in summer, when the solemn moonlight fills

Miramar.

VI

O the breezes from the South kiss the rose upon her

mouth, And she blushes till her petals are with crimson

flooded o'er. O the starry splendours break over thicket, grove, and

lake, And the heavens seem with tenderness to bend and to adore

Miramar !

VII

Now the sailor-prince did bring home the daughter of

a king, Fair Carlotta from the teeming plains beside the

northern sea : And the bride was wild with joy, innocent, without

alloy, When her princely husband told her that their future home would be

Miramar,

VIII

"'Tis a paradise on earth, where the soul may have

new birth, Where our hearts to love may open without fear of

worldly stain,' Quoth the bridegroom to the bride : 'Let the tossing

navies ride On the deep : I sail no more, but I hasten to regain

Miramar.

IX

"There the merry birds shall praise through the sweet

and bloomy days Love, the master of our spirits, while in vale and

wood we stray ; We will fly the camp and court, and the tranquil

sheltered port Where our argosy of bliss may safely lie shall be alway

Miramar.'

X

There the prince a palace fine built and o'er it trained

the vine, And around it costly blossoms from remotest countries

placed :.