Beneath the fleecy clouds of June 
How softly runs the afternoon! 
How brightly ev'ry moment slips, 
How lightly sail the great cloud-ships! 

How slowly all the galleons go 
Within that airy sea of snow, 
Their white sails set, vast argosies 
Bound for mysterious Hebrides! 

Faring to harbours strange and dim 
Beyond the great world's outer rim! 
Ah, let them vanish in the light 
Beyond the sun, beyond the night! 

I shall not care, I envy not 
Their journeyings to lands forgot, 
For in the wonder of your smiles 
My heart is on enchanted isles. 

In the soft pressure of your hands 
I touch far magic fairy lands, 
And in the silence of your soul 
I find at last love's promised goal.