Romance

 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-
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.

 WALTER J. TURNER


 

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