I know a land, I, too, <br />Where warm keen incense on the sea-wind blows, <br />And all the winter long the skies are blue, <br />And the brown deserts blossom with the rose. <br /> <br />Deserts of all delight, <br />Cactus and palm and earth of thirsty gold, <br />Dark purple blooms round eaves of sun-washed white, <br />And that Hesperian fruit men sought of old. <br /> <br />O, to be wandering there, <br />Under the palm-trees, on that sunset shore, <br />Where the waves break in song, and the bright air <br />Is crystal clean; and peace is ours, once more. <br /> <br />There Beauty dwells, <br />Beauty, re-born in whiteness from the foam; <br />And Youth returns with all its magic spells, <br />And the heart finds its long-forgotten home,-- <br /> <br />Home--home! Where is that land? <br />For, when I dream it found, the old hungering cry <br />Aches in the soul, drives me from all I planned, <br />And sets my sail to seek another sky.<br /><br />Alfred Noyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-the-pacific-coast/
