Good editor Dana-God bless him, we say- <br />Will soon be afloat on the main, <br />Will be steaming away <br />Through the mist and the spray <br />To the sensuous climate of Spain. <br /> <br />Strange sights shall he see in that beautiful land <br />Which is famed for its soap and its Moor, <br />For, as we understand, <br />The scenery is grand <br />Though the system of railways is poor. <br /> <br />For moonlight of silver and sunlight of gold <br />Glint the orchards of lemons and mangoes, <br />And the ladies, we're told, <br />Are a joy to behold <br />As they twine in their lissome fandangoes. <br /> <br />What though our friend Dana shall twang a guitar <br />And murmur a passionate strain; <br />Oh, fairer by far <br />Than those ravishments are <br />The castles abounding in Spain. <br /> <br />These castles are built as the builder may list- <br />They are sometimes of marble or stone, <br />But they mostly consist <br />Of east wind and mist <br />With an ivy of froth overgrown. <br /> <br />A beautiful castle our Dana shall raise <br />On a futile foundation of hope, <br />And its glories shall blaze <br />In the somnolent haze <br />Of the mythical lake del y Soap. <br /> <br />The fragrance of sunflowers shall swoon on the air <br />And the visions of Dreamland obtain, <br />And the song of 'World's Fair' <br />Shall be heard everywhere <br />Through that beautiful castle in Spain.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-great-journalist-in-spain-2/
