Can pen of mine describe thee, beauteous land, Resting in peace, like Avalon of old, Or happy Isles of the Hesperides, Clasped in the arms of the caressing sea? Here roses blow incomparably sweet! Here sing the birds! And comes a round of days So beautiful they seem of Heaven a part -- Days dropped from Heaven into the lap of earth! Here, after months of shipboard -- voyages long, Gales, tropic calms, and pestilential bays, And wintry circles of Antarctic sea, His lot who lives upon the deep -- I came And here, in this terrestrial paradise, Where enters not harsh cold, nor torrid heat, Tempered forever by Pacific's wave, Now would I rest, and give my days to Peace! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR |