English poem
In the Land of the Sun
by George E. Merkley (1865–1904)
In the land of the sun—in that deep fervent clime, Where Beauty forever doth smile, Though the ripened fruit falls, yet the tree in its prime Is bearing fresh flowers the while!
Thus the heart mid the fervor of youth’s sunny day,— Though false you may deem it or true, Drops the old loves, that hapless fall fading away, While it blooms mid the fragrance of new.