Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles <br />In the golden haze off yonder, <br />Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles <br />And the ocean loves to wander. <br /> <br />Fragrant the vines that mantle those hills, <br />Proudly the fig rejoices, <br />Merrily dance the virgin rills, <br />Blending their myriad voices. <br /> <br />Our herds shall suffer no evil there, <br />But peacefully feed and rest them; <br />Never thereto shall prowling bear <br />Or serpent come to molest them. <br /> <br />Neither shall Eurus, wanton bold, <br />Nor feverish drought distress us, <br />But he that compasseth heat and cold <br />Shall temper them both to bless us. <br /> <br />There no vandal foot has trod, <br />And the pirate hordes that wander <br />Shall never profane the sacred sod <br />Of those beautiful isles out yonder. <br /> <br />Never a spell shall blight our vines, <br />Nor Sirius blaze above us, <br />But you and I shall drink our wines <br />And sing to the loved that love us. <br /> <br />So come with me where Fortune smiles <br />And the gods invite devotion,-- <br />Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles <br />In the haze of that far-off ocean!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-happy-isles/
