when, with closed eyes, on a hot afternoon,

the scent of thine ardent breast i inhale,

celestial vistas my spirit assail;

caressed by the flames of an endless sun.

a langorous island, where nature abounds

with exotic trees and luscious fruit;

and with men whose bodies are slim and astute,

and with women whose frankness delights and astounds.

by thy perfume enticed to this region remote,

a port i see, laden with mast and with boat,

still wearied and torn by the distant brine;

while the tamarisk-odours that dreamily throng

the air, round my slumberous senses intwine,

and mix, in my soul, with the mariners' song.