When I heard at the close of day how I had been praised in the Capitol, still it was not a happy night that followed;
Nor when caroused- Nor when my favourite plans were accomplished-Was I really happy,
But that day I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health, electric, inhaling sweet breath,
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the morning light,
When I wandered alone over the beach, and undressing, bathed, laughing with the waters, and saw the sun rise,
And when I thought how my friend, my lover, was coming O I was happy;
Each breath tasted sweeter-and all that day my food nourished me more-And the beautiful day passed well,
And the next came with equal joy-And the next, at evening, came my friend,
And that night, while all was still, I heard the waters roll slowly continually up the shores
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands, as directed to me, whispering to congratulate me,- for the friend I love lay sleeping by my side,
In the stillness his face was inclined toward me, while the clear moons beams shone,
And his arm lay lightly over my breast- and that night I was happy.
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