O sweet are tropic lands for waking dreams! There time and life move lazily along.
There by the banks of blue-and-silver streams Grass-sheltered crickets chirp incessant song,
Gay-colored lizards loll all through the day, Their tongues outstretched for careless little flies,
And swarthy children in the fields at play, Look upward laughing at the smiling skies.
A breath of idleness is in the air That casts a subtle spell upon all things,
And love and mating-time are everywhere, And wonder to life's commonplaces clings.
The fluttering humming-bid darts through the trees And dips his long beak in the big bell-flowers,
The leisured buzzard floats upon the breeze, Riding a crescent cloud for endless hours,
The sea beats softly on the emerald strands— O sweet for quiet dreams are tropic lands!
