From the ruddy dawn’s unfading portals?
Does it fall on regions tenanted
By a race of mortals?
Are there merry maidens, wicked-eyed,
Peeping slyly through the cottage lattice?
Have they vintage bearing countries wide?
Have they oyster patties?
Does a mighty ocean roar and break
On dark rocks and sandy shores fantastic?
Have they any Darwins there, to make