Forever in shine or rain.
There is fire where the poppy is dreaming,
And romance in woman’s large eyes,
There is splendor where sunbeams are streaming
From the far, lucid vault of thy skies.
And the stars and the moon look in wonder
On thy mountains and ocean and vale,
From azures too tender for thunder,
Too clear for the lightning of gale.
There are lands drunk with summer and beauty,