Light-hearted with glad hours
In that old eastern land
We climbed the Hill of Flowers
Beyond the yellow strand.

From Carmel's blossoming height
We gazed through leagues of sun
To Hermon's snow-peak white
And desolate Lebanon.

Unsounding, foamless, cool
Beneath us lay the sea,
A dreaming jade-rimmed pool
Of lapis lazuli.

In that unshadowed blue
We gazed until it seemed
To drench us through and through
With ecstasies undreamed,

Till, bathed in living day,
Our souls yet thrilled with light
When over the wide bay
Clear-shadowed fell the night,

As on the sea's far rim
Unclouded sank the sun
And Hermon vast and dim,
Loomed over Lebanon.