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THE South is a dream of flowers / With a jewel for sky and sea, / Rose-crowns for the dancing hours, / Gold fruits upon every tree; / But cold from the North / The wind blows forth / That blows my love to me.
The stars in the South are gold / Like lamps between sky and sea; / The flowers that the forests hold / Like stars between tree and tree; / But little and white / Is the pale moon's light / That lights my love to me.
In the South the orange grove / Makes dusk by the dusky sea, / White palaces wrought for love / Gleam white between tree and tree, / But under bare boughs / Is the little house / Warm-lit for my love and me.