What can I give you but a world of words?
Some continents, some islands, some
Atolls where palms are crossed beneath the birds.
Sign of a victory still to come.
All is for you: the deserts and the green
Well-watered places, volcanic heights
And the cool pools where swans at sunset may be seen
Embellished by withdrawing lights.
How would I know this world except for you,
Who give the explorer time and peace
In which to train his burning-glasses to
Bring up the marbles from his Greece?
But I owe more than this. I owe my heart
Unfettered and my soul at rest.
To you, who offer more than all my art
Can match, I give, with love, my best.