O Patria Mea, Tibi Canto
"O my fatherland, to you I sing"
Ah! Lamb-white days of my distant youth
Your memories long have been my truth.
I come at last upon your dream
from paths half-drowned in time-lost streams.
What is this veil? This trick of light?
Have I at last come upon your sight?
Can men still breathe, or their eyes see?
My own dear Patria! Can this be?
I sense a joy. But I have never known
a joy so foreign, though of my own home.
These lands blew the mists of my childhood,
these lands wherein my dreams once stood.
Have I come upon a Golden-Wood?
Enchantment hangs on air.
Have I walked into the forest-world?
I see a captain standing there.
Have you ever felt her sky?
or held discourse with her trees
Have you ever smelled that white sea cry?
or touched these low green seas?
Have you walked into the Golden-Wood?
These songs from golden trees
flood the forests of my homeland.
Music stands of green-brown leaves
beckon for my hand.
That veil of cloud, this pale of sky,
a brother's tear, a mother's sigh
Oh, let me be! Let me here stare
into the mist that lingers here
among the memories, within the sound—
Ah! Golden youth, your days are found.
Multiple references to literature in this one. Can anyone guess? Hint: think 'old.'
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