Mathilde Blind (Матильда Блайнд)

Cagnes

ON THE RIVIERA.

In tortuous windings up the steep incline
   The sombre street toils to the village square,
   Whose antique walls in stone and moulding bear
Dumb witness to the Moor. Afar off shine,
With tier on tier, cutting heaven's blue divine,
   The snowy Alps; and lower the hills are fair,
   With wave-green olives rippling down to where
Gold clusters hang and leaves of sunburnt vine.

You may perchance, I never shall forget
   When, between twofold glory of land and sea,
We leant together o'er the old parapet,
   And saw the sun go down. For, oh, to me,
The beauty of that beautiful strange place
Was its reflection beaming from your face.

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2. The Desert
3. Mourning Women
4. I Planted a Rose Tree
5. Once We Played

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