Across the dim expanse of blue
Came rushing memories of you.
The more I thought
The fonder grew
...
Awake, awake, to this bright shining day.
The sparrows are testing the breezes.
The scent of the blossoming olives from Russia
Lies heavy like oranges juicy and sweet.
...
It is dawn,
and the first sunbeams
Have lighted up the sky.
...
Memories
Across the dim expanse of blue
Came rushing memories of you.
The more I thought
The fonder grew
Those memories of you.
Alone on high an evening star,
Alone my heart with you afar.
O come to me.
My heart's the star.
Our love should we thus mar.