THE Rockies, I own, are a beautiful sight; The canyons are glories to see; I found in the spruce undiluted delight, And the pine is a capable tree; I throbbed when I gazed at the snow-covered peaks, And worshipped the view from the crest; I revelled in Nature a couple of weeks, But there's nothing like you in the West, My dear, There's nothing like you in the West. The trout are an agile and esculent fish. And swift are the streams where they run; No lovelier sight could a citizen wish Than Long's at the rise of the sun. Oh, myriad the wonders that gave me a thrill, And frequently I was impressed— But nevertheless it is true, Myrtil, There's nothing like @3you@1 in the West— That's right— There's nothing like you in the West. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRAWL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 9. CONFITEBOR TIBI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO LOVE IS TO BE BORN ANEW by MARION LOUISE BLISS SAM TO JOHN by GEORGE S. CHAPPELL THE YOUNG CAPTIVE by ANDRE MARIE CHENIER ON THE EXECUTION OF MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON HIDE AND SEEK by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE SECRETS OF THE HEART by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE HOUSE IN THE HEATH by ANNETTE ELISABETH VON DROSTE-HULSHOFF |