When I was but thirteen or so I went into a golden land, Chimborazo, Cotopaxi Took me by the hand. My father died, my brother too, They passed like fleeting dreams, I stood where Popocatapetl In the sunlight gleams. I dimly heard the master's voice And boys far-off at play, -- Chimborazo, Cotopaxi Had stolen me away. I walked in a great golden dream To and fro from school -- Shining Popocatapetl The dusty streets did rule. I walked home with a gold dark boy And never a word I'd say, Chimborazo, Cotopaxi Had taken my speech away. I gazed entranced upon his face Fairer than any flower -- O shining Popocatapetl It was thy magic hour: The houses, people, traffic seemed Thin fading dreams by day; Chimborazo, Cotopaxi, They had stolen my soul away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CRICKET by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE FIRST PROCLAMATION OF MILES STANDISH [NOVEMBER 23, 1620] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON THE COMING OF HIS FEET by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN THE DAWNING O' THE YEAR by MARY (MAY) ELIZABETH (MCGRATH) BLAKE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HONOUR DISHONOURED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |