Barcarolle
Tell me, beautiful maiden,
Whither wouldst thou away,
To what shore blossom-laden,
Through the wind and the spray?
Oars of ivory are gleaming,
Silken banners are streaming,
Golden-bright is the prow.
I’ve a page fair and minion,
For a sail a saint's pinion,
And for ballast a bough.
Tell me, beautiful maiden,
Whither wouldst thou away,
To what shore blossom-laden,
Through the wind and the spray?
Tell me, what is thy pleasure,
A wide ocean to measure?
A far island to claim?
Wreaths of snow-flowers to fashion,
Or to linger with passion
Near the flower of the flame?
Tell me, beautiful maiden,
Whither wouldst thou away,
To what shore blossom-laden,
Through the wind and the spray?
“To the land ever vernal,
Where love liveth eternal,
Ah, take me!” she sighs.
Sweet, this land of thy seeing
Hath no place and no being,
Under any love skies!
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This work was published before January 1, 1931, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1931. The longest-living author of this work died in 1939, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 86 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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