Poems (Terry, 1861)/"Che sara sara"
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"CHE SARA SARA."
She walked in the garden
And a rose hung on a tree,
Red as heart's blood,
Fair to see.
"Ah, kind south-wind,
Bend it to me!"
But the wind laughed softly,
And blew to the sea.
And a rose hung on a tree,
Red as heart's blood,
Fair to see.
"Ah, kind south-wind,
Bend it to me!"
But the wind laughed softly,
And blew to the sea.
High on the branches,
Far above her head,
Like a king's cup
Round, and red.
"I am comely,"
The maiden said,
"I have gold like shore-sand,
I wish I were dead!
Far above her head,
Like a king's cup
Round, and red.
"I am comely,"
The maiden said,
"I have gold like shore-sand,
I wish I were dead!
"Blushes and rubies
Are not like a rose,
Through its deep heart
Love-life flows.
Ah, what splendors
Can give me repose!
What is all the world worth?
I cannot reach my rose."
Are not like a rose,
Through its deep heart
Love-life flows.
Ah, what splendors
Can give me repose!
What is all the world worth?
I cannot reach my rose."