Some fragrant trees, Some flower-sown seas Where boats go up and down, And a sense of rest To the tired breast In this beauteous Aztec town. But the terrible thing in this Aztec town That will blow men's rest to the stormiest skies, Or whether they journey or they lie down -- Those perilous Spanish eyes! Snow walls without, Drawn sharp about To prop the sapphire skies! Two huge gate posts, Snow-white like ghosts -- Gate posts to paradise! But, oh! turn back from the highwalled town! There is trouble enough in this world I surmise, Without men riding in regiments down -- Oh, perilous Spanish eyes! MEXICO CITY, 1880. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLOMON SCHECHTER by ALTER ABELSON A DAY-DREAM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE FETE CHAMPETRE by ROBERT BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. AFTER CIVILISATION (2) by EDWARD CARPENTER FABLE: NEPTUNE AND THE MARINERS by NATHANIEL COTTON |