Fox Footprints/I have seen lovely sights in far-off places
I have seen lovely sights in far-off places
Whose very names with sandalwood are sweet.
And lure the tongue until it must repeat:
Canton, and Bangkok on its marshy spaces,
Kyoto filled with children's flower-like faces.
And all the marvel of a Peking street,
And burning Kilauea at one's feet,
And Singapore, the meeting-place of races.
Whose very names with sandalwood are sweet.
And lure the tongue until it must repeat:
Canton, and Bangkok on its marshy spaces,
Kyoto filled with children's flower-like faces.
And all the marvel of a Peking street,
And burning Kilauea at one's feet,
And Singapore, the meeting-place of races.
So having seen, I say: Beauty is one
And needs no journeying nor far emprise,
Across all things its gracious tendrils run
And flower unnoticed by our casual eyes—
The apple tree that blossoms in the sun
Is not surpassed by all of Paradise!
And needs no journeying nor far emprise,
Across all things its gracious tendrils run
And flower unnoticed by our casual eyes—
The apple tree that blossoms in the sun
Is not surpassed by all of Paradise!