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A PROSE POEM ON HAWAII
"No Alien Land in all the world has any deep, strong charm for me
but that one; no other land could so longingly and beseechingly haunt
me sleeping and waking, through half a life-time, as that one has done.
Other things leave me, but it abides; other things change, but it remains
the same. For me its balmy airs are always blowing, its summer seas
flashing in the sun; the pulsing of its surf beat in my ear; I can see its
garlanded craigs, its leaping cascades, its plumy palms drowsing by the
shore; its remote summits floating like islands above the cloudrack ; I
can feel the spirit of its woodland solitude; I can hear the splash of its
brooks; in my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished
twenty years ago."—Mark Twain.
Waikiki in January