LOVE IN OLD MEXICO by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP

I DREAMED of ships sailing across the sun
Cargoed with allspice and with cinnamon,
Of trogons flaming forth from tropic groves,
Of moist airs breathing sandalwood and cloves,
Of black-mawed caverns gulfing bristling seas,
And winds a-whisper with strange melodies,
Quetzals of gold and green and purple stain,
Colossal cities strewn along the plain,
Of haunted forests full of twilight sheen
Where print of mortal foot hath never been,
Where black despairs the dreamer ever woo—
And thro' them all there gleamed the face of you.

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