Faced with a mountain you pass,
My gaze elucidated
Realized Tuscan smoky gave
And the outlines of the mountains.
Your yellow scarf decked with flowers -
Sleepy the color of poppies.
See more, For as the heavens, through the eyes
Poor wanderer after.
Do forget the age-old prohibitions give
Eternal traveler - I?
Eager to repeat Thy Name, Maria,
Here, in a strange land?
3 June 1909
