A mystic path winds through my mind
Of misty gold, its trees sublime...

A silver caravan of nocturnal gods
They float in silent procession...

Summer reigns in the depths of my heart
As hope's budding seeds make their start...

In youth, I left Hispania
Drawn by the lust for wealth and gold...

Bird songs sweet through windows, drift
Like my restless dreams that lift...

A windswept plain in morning light
Beneath the heights of ancient slopes...

Stars burning in the vault of the sky
Violet-tinged In my Winter season...

Corinth lies in her rocky grave
Battered and burned beneath the loam...

From this verdant hallowed site
By the plains, forevermore...

Brave sailors who sailed distant seas
In ages, crossing Neptune's realm...

In swirling clouds of silver lace
The disk of Luna lies concealed...

The fire that feeds this restless poem
Is the burning vision of my sweet home...