To Carmela on the Ocean
See how the 'gallants draw, the pennants flow,
how far astern the continent lies dark.
Full-rigged for friendly winds, our sturdy barque
fares westerly in evening's russet glow.
We're for the isles, where you have longed to go,
and I to carry you. There all is peace,
voluptuous ease, and beauty. You shall wear
your native pearls upon your breast; your hair
in orchids shall be dressed. No anxious crease
shall fret your brow, for all unrest shall cease
when once again you breathe that palmy air.
And I? Of your content my only share
may be to bring you home at last. My woe?
I took you thence so many years ago.