Yerba Buena

The fragrant leaf and small white flower! The fragile wreath my fingers twined Amid your fleece in some lost hour Flown seaward with the summer wind. The fragile wreath my fingers twined Still wafts a perfume wild and sweet Flown seaward with the summer wind Within that place where laurels meet— Still wafts a perfume wild and sweet— Crushed by the limbs and breasts of love Within that place where laurels meet Amid the ocean-fronting grove. Crushed by the limbs and breasts of love, Ever it mounts from bygone days Amid the ocean-fronting grove Where summer comes but never stays. Ever it mounts from bygone days, The wild sweet memory we share, Where summer comes but never stays, Drunk with a philter-laden air, The wild sweet memory we share! Amid your fleece in some lost hour Drunk with a philter-laden air, The fragrant leaf and small white flower!