Serrana

I never on the border
Saw girl as fair as Rosa,
The charming milk-maiden
Of sweet Finojosa.

Once making a journey
To Santa Maria
Of Calataveno
From weary desire
Of sleep, down a valley
I strayed, where young Rosa
I saw, the milk-maiden
Of lone Finojosa.

Ill a pleasant green meadow
Midst roses and grasses

Her herd slie was tending
With other fair lasses;
So lovely her aspect,
I could not suppose her
A simple milk-maiden
Of rude Finojosa.

I think not primroses
Have half her smile's sweetness,
Or mild, modest beauty; —
I speak with discreetness.
O, had I beforehand
But known of this Rosa,
The handsome milk-maiden
Of far Finojosa,—

Her very great beauty
Had not so subdued.
Because it had left me
To do as I would!
I have said more, fair one.
By learning 't was Rosa,
The charming nulk-maiden
Of sweet Finojosa.