I love the red towers, the noise Of pennants blowing in a breeze -
These triumphant pennants - and these
Gold roofs like children's toys ;
And, to rock my passing thoughts back
And forth more gently, I love
These high tents balanced on top of
An elephant's back.
I love the sweet and burning
Scents of this land. I adore
The foliage trembling
Above a gold window or door,
Water bubbling from a spring
Beneath a bending palm tree,
And white storks on white minarets
Surrounded by the sea.
I like to sing a Spanish air.
Lying on the bed of moss,
While my sweet companions there -
A band of women - toss
Their hair and batter the ground
With their feet, where smiles abound
And everyone can dance their round
Underneath a parasol.
