Oh Heavens!!!
What a sight for sour hearts,
A purifier for the dark souls.
A glimpse of the pure minds,
A gift from the skies.
Neither grim nor gross,
Can it be connected with!
How captivated i am,
With the love of the sky,
When i see how pure her heart is,
And how clean her soul drips.
Rocio!
Oh thy pure one,
That sends tingles from the tip of my tongue,
To the fibres of my being.
Rolling like silk,
Upon the green of the earth.
How soothing it is,
To behold the drop of the pure!
The sun rides through the horizon in fire,
Smoking is way across the sky,
Sucking up the cold along its paths,
But as it sets in a red ball of fire,
Below the endless sea,
So the sky cries its tears,
That washes it pure as pure!
Oh! How my heart yearns,
For the purity of nature,
And my heart longs,
For the purest of sights!
Rocio!
My dewdrop!