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To own thee master, and to yield myself,
The maiden in my arms.
Then I took
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,
The priests came toiling up with bread and salt,
THE BALLAD OF MIRAMAR.
NABRESINA'S heights are fair, and Prosecco wine is rare!
Sweet Trieste upon her terraces is beautiful to see ;
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
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
And, when sailing proudly homeward, oft his ship had bounded by
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
Came to rage did he discover: then he hastened home to praise
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
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
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
"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.
'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.'
There the prince a palace fine built and o'er it trained the vine,
And around it costly blossoms from remotest countries placed :