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/ I. Sleep while I sing to thee, Dulcinea, -- / How like a shower of moonlight-crusted beams / Of textile form compact, whose veins run stars, -- / Discovered goddess of what naked loves! -- / Maiden of dreams and aromatic sleep, / Thou liest. Thy long instrument against / Thy god-voluptuous sensuousness of hip / Pure iridescent pearl of ocean slopes: / Tempestuous silent color-melodies / Pulse glimmering from it beaten by the moon, -- / Soft songs the white hands of white shadows touch. -- / Magnetic star set slumberous over night, / Watch with me this superior star of Earth / Good Heaven was kind to grant me: Trembler, / Like some soft bird, dream, while I sing to thee -- / Dream, languid ardor, my Dulcinea, dream.
/ II. Floats a wild chant of morning from the hills; / Bursts a broad song of sunlight on the sea; / High Heaven throbs strung with rays of chords and thrills, / Life's resonant paeans to Earth's minstrelsy. / Bind thou swift sandals on of youth, / My love, and harp to me of truth / In lands of joy or ruth.