Sensation
On summer evenings blue, pricked by the wheat
On rustic paths the thin grass I shall tread,
And feel its freshness underneath my feet,
And, dreaming, let the wind bathe my bare head.
I shall not speak, nor think, but, walking slow
Through Nature, I shall rove with Love my guide,
As gypsies wander, where, they do not know,
Happy as one walks by a woman's side.
On rustic paths the thin grass I shall tread,
And feel its freshness underneath my feet,
And, dreaming, let the wind bathe my bare head.
I shall not speak, nor think, but, walking slow
Through Nature, I shall rove with Love my guide,
As gypsies wander, where, they do not know,
Happy as one walks by a woman's side.
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