ALLUREMENT

Across the world she sends me word,

From gardens fair as Falerina's,

Now by a blossom, now a bird,

To come to her, who long has lured

With magic sweeter than Alcina's.

I know not what her word may mean,

I know not what may mean the voices

She sends as messengers serene,

That through the silvery silence lean,

To tell me where her heart rejoices.

But I must go! I must away!

Must take the path that is appointed!

God grant I find her realm some day!

Where, by her love, as by a ray,

My soul shall be anointed.