From Behind the Lattice
I see your red-gold hair and knowHow white the hidden skin must be,Though sun-kissed face and fingers showThe fervour of the noon-day glow,The keenness of the sea.My longing fancies ebb and flow,Still circling constant unto this;My great desire (ah, whisper low)To plant on thy forbidden snowThe rosebud of a kiss.The scarlet flower would spread and grow,Your whiteness change and flush,(Be still, my reckless heart, beat slow,’T is but a dream that stirs thee so!)To one transparent blush.
I see your red-gold hair and knowHow white the hidden skin must be,Though sun-kissed face and fingers showThe fervour of the noon-day glow,The keenness of the sea.My longing fancies ebb and flow,Still circling constant unto this;My great desire (ah, whisper low)To plant on thy forbidden snowThe rosebud of a kiss.The scarlet flower would spread and grow,Your whiteness change and flush,(Be still, my reckless heart, beat slow,’T is but a dream that stirs thee so!)To one transparent blush.
I see your red-gold hair and knowHow white the hidden skin must be,Though sun-kissed face and fingers showThe fervour of the noon-day glow,The keenness of the sea.
I see your red-gold hair and know
How white the hidden skin must be,
Though sun-kissed face and fingers show
The fervour of the noon-day glow,
The keenness of the sea.
My longing fancies ebb and flow,Still circling constant unto this;My great desire (ah, whisper low)To plant on thy forbidden snowThe rosebud of a kiss.
My longing fancies ebb and flow,
Still circling constant unto this;
My great desire (ah, whisper low)
To plant on thy forbidden snow
The rosebud of a kiss.
The scarlet flower would spread and grow,Your whiteness change and flush,(Be still, my reckless heart, beat slow,’T is but a dream that stirs thee so!)To one transparent blush.
The scarlet flower would spread and grow,
Your whiteness change and flush,
(Be still, my reckless heart, beat slow,
’T is but a dream that stirs thee so!)
To one transparent blush.