1
Like a gondola of green scented fruits	  
Drifting along the dark canals of Venice,	  
You, O exquisite one,	  
Have entered my desolate city.	     

2  
The blue smoke leaps	          
Like swirling clouds of birds vanishing.	  
So my love leaps towards you,	  
Vanishes and is renewed.	     

3
A rose-yellow moon in a pale sky	  
When the sunset is faint vermilion	   
On the mist among the tree-boughs	  
Are you to me.	     

4
A young beech tree on the edge of a forest	  
Stands still in the evening,	  
Then shudders through all its leaves in the light air	   
And seems to fear the stars—	  
So are you still and so tremble.	     

5
The red deer are high on the mountain,	  
They are beyond the last pine trees.	  
And my desires have run with them.	      

6
The flower which the wind has shaken	  
Is soon filled again with rain:	  
So does my heart fill slowly with tears	
Until you return.