The nectar you gave tasted of wild mountains
Where far-flung, deep beauties drew my heart
“There is so much beauty to write about,” you said.
The sparkling bay spoke louder than any word.
Strange islands bathed in sea-smoke,
Stranger still the music we heard.
“Just a bit further, beyond the nun of the reef,
We will see the hills and, oh, islands,
Strange and whirling as we draw into the bay.”
—Joseph G. Weber