Where Art and Nature keep love-tryst
Along fair seas
of amathyst,
Whose langÕrous
waves repeat the skyÕs
Rare opalescent
fantasies,
Laguna, in her
hammock swings,
Swings, and
yawns, and softly sings,
ÒMa–ana, ma–ana,
who knows maybe
Se–or Pintero
come courting me.Ó
Thus lured to
this land of Hearts Desire,
Art came with
the flame of Promethean fire
And here, Ôneath
the Eucalyptus shade,
LoveÕs same old
story of Man and Maid.
ÒMa–ana, ma–ana,
who knows maybe
FAME shall be
born Ôneath a blue-gum tree.Ó