The Wine Of Lovers

Space rolls to-day her splendour round! Unbridled, spurless, without bound, Mount we upon the wings of wine For skies fantastic and divine!

Let us, like angels tortured by Some wild delirious phantasy, Follow the far-off mirage born In the blue crystal of the morn.

And gently balanced on the wing Of the wild whirlwind we will, ride, Rejoicing with the joyous thing.

My sister, floating side by side, Fly we unceasing whither gleams The distant heaven of my dreams.