For my love

I entreat of the passing swallow,

As it soars high on pinions free,

That far swifter than sight can follow,

It may bear my caress to thee.

Of the breeze, laden with incense dying,

Which flow'rs as they fade impart,

I pray, my thoughts unto thee flying,

One sigh alone from thy pure heart.

Ah! yes, I ask of the sunlight glowing

Which warmly tints the gen'rous wine,

That my spirit into it flowing,

May embrace thee with fire divine!