She seemed to be inclined
Behind these veils
Supple glow she delights in loves grandeur
Awaken her flow the sense into one rich harmonious tint
Tremble sweetness from the dunes like waves
A lover's charm to be of the harmless kind
The existence of bliss
That her eyes filled with tenderness,
Shadowed by palm-trees her tears without regret nor,
Hopelessness
She blushes, and she is irresistible
Display secretly the magnificence of intelligence
Curiosity of youth, which has flourished
Alone she coaxed the call
Where
Fairy-people mass,
A thousand angel visions,
And romantic images;
Transforming eyes
Delightfully
To mystic murmuring spirit
Have we anticipated you?
Enough to enchant
When the sun sinks to west,
Where can the singing nightingale mourn?
Adhere almost to the eleventh hour.
still they are displaced...