Hawaiian Isles, like emeralds, Are set in sapphire sea, Where beauty reigns with song and flowers That live in memory; There fascinating loveliness Charms senses into dreams Wherein there is no commonplace For earth like Heaven seems. Ponce de León sought in vain To find the fount of youth, In far away Hawaii now 'Tis found in very truth. The scent of flowers is wafted far, Across the distant sea; The strains of sweet "Aloha" come Across the waves to me. I hear the ukuleles blend With whining steel guitars, I hear Hawaiian voices sing, Above, I see the stars; I float in mystic dances as I gaze in maidens' eyes, I feel the thrill of passion that Doth lift me to the skies. The charming hula-hula dance And native life I see, The gentle brown Hawaiian maids Dance once again for me; With graceful step lithe bodies move, While eyes and hands express The love and passion which they feel As they the air caress. "Aloha," sweetly brave hearts sing When tears at parting flow, And wreaths of flowers in bondage bind Our hearts where'er we go. We part, but we remember still Those island friends of ours Who sing "Aloha" as they wait In their fair land of flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STATUE AND THE BUST by ROBERT BROWNING COUNT THAT DAY LOST by MARY ANN EVANS GEORGE WASHINGTON by JOHN HALL INGHAM RUNNING THE BATTERIES by HERMAN MELVILLE I SIT AND LOOK OUT by WALT WHITMAN THE SPINNER by CLARA DOTY BATES |