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The summer fields sweep to the farther blue / Crimson with poppies, yellow gold with grain. / They roll their warm wealth seaward -- thus to you / I bring my boundless love. Dearest, in vain / Would 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 you / By Fate am kept a universe apart. / And yet my constant thought inspires me / To seek to lay my love upon your heart.