Most of all I want to see,
The Sun"s hissing in the sea,

How its blinding fervent rays
Gild the waters and them raise.

Most of all I want to hear,
The Wind whispers in my ear,

How its cool and ardent flows
Pass me through, where air flows.

Most of all I want to feel
How the rain-drops rainbow fill,

How the rainy curtains fall,
Giving way to early fall.

But the clouds go westwards
Under eastern wind,
And the shadow hid last words,
And the sky in kind.