On the Norman Cliffs

The summer fields sweep to the farther blueCrimson with poppies, yellow gold with grain.They roll their warm wealth seaward—thus to youI bring my boundless love. Dearest, in vainWould I bestow its treasure otherwhere;It floods to find your heart—enfold it there!

The land's caress the far seas never knew;Not on the wave falls the sweet rain of gold.Far lie the changeful waters, pure and cold,Sundered by the high cliffs: thus I from youBy Fate am kept a universe apart.And yet my constant thought inspires meTo seek to lay my love upon your heart.