|Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The Worlds Best Poetry.|
Volume VI. Fancy. 1904.
|Poems of Sentiment: II. Life|
|Joaquin Miller (18411913)|
From The Isles of the Amazons, Part III.
COME, lovers, come, forget your pains!
| I know upon this earth a spot|
|Where clinking coins, that clank as chains|
| Upon the souls of men, are not;|
|Nor man is measured for his gains|| 5|
|Of gold that stream with crimson stains.|
|There snow-topped towers crush the clouds,|
| And break the still abode of stars,|
|Like sudden ghosts in snowy shrouds,|
| New broken through their earthly bars,|| 10|
|And condors whet their crooked beaks|
|On lofty limits of the peaks.|
|O men that fret as frets the main!|
| You irk me with your eager gaze|
| Down in the earth for fat increase|| 15|
|Eternal talks of gold and gain,|
| Your shallow wit, your shallow ways,|
|And breaks my soul across the shoal|
|As breakers break on shallow seas.|