IF you had, suddenly, been where I've been, Under the sun among the almond flowers, If you had dreamed and seen what I have seen -- The old grey olives and the old grey towers; If, in bewilderment there had come to you Over the hills, beneath the evening star, The tinkling of the sheepbells, or the blue Gleaming from where the happy wild flowers are; If you'd been wafted to that fairy-land, And in delight been lost and lost again, And, walking with me, waved a friendly hand To children smiling with the eyes of Spain; And in full day beheld the young moon fly -- Then had you sworn the same sweet oath as I! |