the ceyba and the yaguey.
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Kept with his sky and his earth apart.
Truly, it mattered not if beneath
The laurel upwafted proud, full breath,
And the spiked aloe's wondrous bloom
Enriched the warm, deep under gloom,—
Far and forgetful the whispering Jove
Swayed in the mighty Joy above!
The cedar dwarfed in his ancient face,
The queenly Palms, from their azure dais,
Looked upward unto the Ceyba—tree;
Chestnut and mango dreamily
Heaved their soft billows in mid air,
The cypress companioned with them there,
But over them, an under sky
Of shifting emerald, airily
The Ceyba's coronal tossed and swung.
Truly, it mattered not if beneath
The laurel upwafted proud, full breath,
And the spiked aloe's wondrous bloom
Enriched the warm, deep under gloom,—
Far and forgetful the whispering Jove
Swayed in the mighty Joy above!
The cedar dwarfed in his ancient face,
The queenly Palms, from their azure dais,
Looked upward unto the Ceyba—tree;
Chestnut and mango dreamily
Heaved their soft billows in mid air,
The cypress companioned with them there,
But over them, an under sky
Of shifting emerald, airily
The Ceyba's coronal tossed and swung.
Proud songs the lofty minstrel sung!
Awful it was when the southern blast
From the sea, drove inland gray and fast,
Awful it was when the southern blast
From the sea, drove inland gray and fast,
