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When I was but thirteen or so I went into a golden land,
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi Took me by the hand.
My father died, my brother too, They passed like fleeting dreams,
I stood where Popocatapetl In the sunlight gleams.
I dimly heard the master's voice And boys far-off at play,
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi Had stolen me away.
I walked in a great golden dream To and fro from school--
Shining Popocatapetl The dusty streets did rule.
I walked home with a gold dark boy, And never a word I'd say,
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi Had taken my speech away:
I gazed entranced upon his face Fairer than any flower--
O shining Popocatapetl It was thy magic hour:
The houses, people, traffic seemed Thin fading dreams by day,
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi They had stolen my soul away!
(Walter J. Turner: Romance, in: The Hunter and Other Poems, 1916)