Summer Sea Paroles

The dreadful water flashes.

Seaward a mountain rides,

And down its green sides,

A foamy torrent dashes.



My ship is moored for thee

By the deep ocean's floor

It will skim the sea

Drifting amongst fears we ignore

We'll go on this tiny island,


Or I'll wait for you where the four winds blow,

With flowers colored and fair,

While upon an isle of snow,

I'd imagine your floating hair.



And when red skies and burning clouds

Will bespeak the end of summer

And when mountains will wear shrouds

Of snow that melt no more,

We will settle down our sailing minds

And with Love may our winter midnights be bind.