The red sun blazed, and we felt half-dazed, too
beat to stir or speak;
'Neath the alder trees we stretched at ease, and
we couldn't see the sky,
For the lian-flowers in bright blue showers
hung through the branches high.
It was like the gleam of a fairy-dream, and I
felt like earth's first Man,
In an Eden bower with the yellow flower of a
cactus for a fan;