And beauty and passion are one.
There are lands where the pine and the palm-tree,
The rose and the lily are fair,
Where color is married to music,
But magic—thy magic—O where?
There are lands where the hills silver-crested
Flash far on a foam-glitt’ring sea,
Where Winter weds amorous Summer,
But land of my love, what of thee?
Thy heart like thy poppy is golden,