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THOSE PERILOUS SPANISH EYES
Some fragrant trees,
Some flower-sown seas
Where boats go up and down,
And a sense of rest
To the tired breast
In this beauteous Aztec town.
Some flower-sown seas
Where boats go up and down,
And a sense of rest
To the tired breast
In this beauteous Aztec town.
But the terrible thing in this Aztec town
That will blow men's rest to the stormiest skies,
Or whether they journey or they lie down—
Those perilous Spanish eyes!
That will blow men's rest to the stormiest skies,
Or whether they journey or they lie down—
Those perilous Spanish eyes!
Snow walls without,
Drawn sharp about
To prop the sapphire skies!
Two huge gate posts,
Snow-white like ghosts—
Gate posts to paradise!
Drawn sharp about
To prop the sapphire skies!
Two huge gate posts,
Snow-white like ghosts—
Gate posts to paradise!
But, oh! turn back from the high-walled town!
There is trouble enough in this world, I surmise,
Without men riding in regiments down—
Oh, perilous Spanish eyes!
There is trouble enough in this world, I surmise,
Without men riding in regiments down—
Oh, perilous Spanish eyes!
Mexico City, 1880.
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