ust a changing sea of colour <br />Surging up and flowing down; <br />And pagodas shining golden, night and noon; <br />And a sun-burst-tinted throng <br />Of young priests that move along <br />Under sun-burst-hued umbrellas through the town. <br />That's Rangoon.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rangoon/
