Light and darkness, brown and fair,
Ha! they think I do not see,--
I behind them, swiftly rowing.
Rowing? Yes, but eyes are free,
Eyes and fancies:--
Now what fire in looks and glances!
Now the dark head bends, grown bolder.
Ringlets mingle--silence--broken
(All unconscious of beholder)
By a kiss!
What could lovers ask or miss
In such moonlight, such June weather,
But a boat like this, (me rowing!)
And forever and together
To be floating?
Ah! if she and I such boating
Might but share one day, some fellow
With strong arms behind, Pasquale,
Or Luigi, with gay awning,
(She likes yellow!)
She--I mean Pepita--mellow
Moonlight on the waves, no other
To break silence or catch whispers,
All the love which now I smother
Told and spoken,--
Listened to, a kiss for token:
How, my Signor? What! so soon
Homeward bound? We, born of Venice,
Live by night and nap by noon.
If 'twere me, now,
With my brown-eyed girl, this prow
Would not turn for hours still;
But the Signor bids, commands,
I am here to do his will,
He is master.
Glide we on; so, faster, faster.
Now the two are safely landed.
Buono mano, grazie, Signor,
They who love are open-handed.
Now, Pepita!