EMMY AT THE ELDORADO.TO meet, of all unlikely things,Here, after all one’s wanderings!But, Emmy, though we meet,What of this lover at your feet?For, is this Emmy that I see?A fragile domesticityI seem to half surpriseIn the evasions of those eyes.Once a child’s cloudless eyes, they seemLost in the blue depths of a dream,As though, for innocent hours,To stray with love among the flowers.Without regret, without desire,In those old days of love on hire,Child, child, what will you do,Emmy, now love is come to you?Already, in so brief a while,The gleam has faded from your smile;This grave and tender airLeaves you, for all but one, less fair.Then, you were heedless, happy, gay,Immortally a child; to-dayA woman, at the years’ control:Undine has found a soul.
TO meet, of all unlikely things,Here, after all one’s wanderings!But, Emmy, though we meet,What of this lover at your feet?
For, is this Emmy that I see?A fragile domesticityI seem to half surpriseIn the evasions of those eyes.
Once a child’s cloudless eyes, they seemLost in the blue depths of a dream,As though, for innocent hours,To stray with love among the flowers.
Without regret, without desire,In those old days of love on hire,Child, child, what will you do,Emmy, now love is come to you?
Already, in so brief a while,The gleam has faded from your smile;This grave and tender airLeaves you, for all but one, less fair.
Then, you were heedless, happy, gay,Immortally a child; to-dayA woman, at the years’ control:Undine has found a soul.