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...SONNET: DANTE (2) by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW STRANGE MEETING by WILFRED OWEN FLANDERS NOW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: HERITAGE by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS THE LOOK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE VOICE OF AUTUMN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 77 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. IN AN OLD QUARRY by EDWARD CARPENTER |