On the Norman Cliffs
The summer fields sweep to the farther blue
Crimson with poppies, yellow gold with grain.
They roll their warm wealth seaward—thus to you
I bring my boundless love. Dearest, in vain
Would I bestow its treasure otherwhere;
It floods to find your heart—enfold it there!
The land’s caress the far seas never knew;
Not on the wave falls the sweet rain of gold.
Far lie the changeful waters, pure and cold,
Sundered by the high cliffs: thus I from you
By Fate am kept a universe apart.
And yet my constant thought inspires me
To seek to lay my love upon your heart.