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The flowers their rich colours and faint perfume shed, And the fragrant grass pillowed thy delicate head; The fountain beside thee reflected thy face, Thy long hair fell round thee with exquisite grace: I only remember, of all I sought there, The turn of thy neck, and the fall of thy hair. The sword that I wear has been idle since then; My pistols are rusted, impatient my men. Now, gloomy the tidings that come o'er the sea: I must not stay longer in fair St. Lucie.

Look out from the lattice—the moon's on the tide: She rules it as thou shall rule me when my bride. In yon inland creek rocking a light vessel lies, 'Tis a bird on the wing ere it sweep through the skies; Amid the dark branches of shadowy green Like boughs that are leafless her tall spars are seen. Come with me to yon vessel, my beloved and my own! Her deck is my kingdom, and shall be thy throne: Come, queen of the wild waves! Amina! with me, And leave the green valleys of fair St. Lucie.

No home made too lonely will darken thy mind; No father, no mother, thou leavest behind; There are no old affections thy heart to divide: I am glad there is no one to love thee beside. If this hour unites us, we never shall part: My fairy! my flower! come home to my heart. Dost thou see a dark shadow, far away on the main? 'Tis the frigates that seek me, and seek me in vain. Thy sweet eyes are downcast—mine own thou wilt be. Come far over ocean from fair St. Lucie!