Ventures Into Verse / Being various ballads, ballades, rondeaux, triolets, songs, quatrains, odes and roundels, all rescued from the potters' field of old files and here given decent burial

by H. L. Mencken

And calls to us to fare amain;

And calls us, as with smile and gem,

She called that bold, upstanding brood,

Whose bones, when she had done with them,

Upon her shores she strewed.

Between the tangle of the palms,

By day the gleam is on the swell,

And drifting zephyrs, bearing balms,

Her tales of joy and riches tell,

And when the winds of night are free