Six songs , opus 14

If you never have danced the Danza
With its wondrous rhythmic twirl,
While close to your boom panted
Some dark-eyed creole girl,
Of dancing, you know naught.
By Inez I was taught.

'Tis a dance with the stranges pauses,
It moves as the breezes blow,
And her lips were like pomegranate blossoms
And her teeth were white as snow.
Of beauty I knew naught;
By Inez I was taught.

In the garden splashed the fountain,
Where the palm-trees hid the moon...
Who well had the Danza trodden
A kiss might crave as boon;
Of loving I knew naught;
By Inez I was taught.

Over and over with ceaseless motion
The waves come rolling over the ocean,
Then break on the sand,
Waves, bright waves, can you never discover
What has become of my absent lover
So far from land, so far from land...

Ever and ever the ships are passing,
But only the ship I love is missing,
My true love at sea.
Ah! no matter what skies are above him,
He only knows how truly I love him
And he loves me, and he loves me.

In bygone days I wrote with zealous care
A passing fancy sweet by visions wrought,
'Twas of a maiden pure and woundrous fair,
'Twas but a thought, 'twas but a thought.

In after days when Fortune chancing true,
This beauteous maiden I beheld unsought;
I loved her well and thought she loved me too,
'Twas but a thought, 'twas but a thought.

I know two eyes, two soft brown eyes,
Two eyes as sweet and dear,
As ever dance with gay surprise
Or glistened in a tear,
In whose fair rays a heart may bask,
Their shadowed rays serene.
But, little maid, you must not ask
Whose gentle eyes I mean.

I knew a voice of fairy tone
Like brooklet in the June,
That sings to please itself alone
A little old world tune,
Whose music haunts the listener's ear
And will not leave it free
But, I shall never tell you, dear,
Whose accents they may be.

I know a golden-hearted maid
For whom I built a shrine,
A leafy nook of murmurous shade
Deep in this heart of mine,
And in that calm and cool recess
To make her home she came.
But, oh! you'd never, never guess
That little maiden's name.

Sweet wind that blows o'er sunny isles,
The softness of the sea, 
Blow thou across these moving miles,
News of my love to me.

Ripples her hair like waves that sweep
About this pleasant shore,
Her eyes are bluer than the deep 
Round rocky Appledore.

Her sweet breast shames the scatter'd spray,
Soft kissed by early light,
I dream she is the dawn of day
That lifts me out of night.

Lullaby baby,
Lullaby baby must sleep...

Now when the daylight dies
Closed be the little eyes.
Rest till the sun arise.
Sleep, baby, sleep... 
Peaceful shall rest thy head,
Noiseless shall be the tread
Round our dear darling's bed.
Lullaby baby,
Lullaby baby must sleep...

No cause for anxious fears,
Not yet for thee the years
When  life must have its tears.
Sleep, baby, sleep...
Forms that we can not see,
Loving are watching thee
Thus may it ever be.
Lullaby baby,
Lullaby baby must sleep...