Off Gibraltar

Beyond the sleepy hills of Spain,
   The sun goes down in yellow mist,
The sky is fresh with dewy stars
   Above a sea of amethyst.
Yet in the city of my love
   High noon burns all the heavens bare—
For him the happiness of light,
   For me a delicate despair.


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