<i>“The legion that never was listed,”<br />The soft-lilting rhythm and song,<br />The starlight, and shadowy tropics,<br />The palms—and all that belong;<br />The unknown that ever persisted<br />In dreams that were epics of bliss,<br />Of glory and gain without effort—<br />And the visions have faded, like this.<br /></i><br />-- (Excerpt from the opening poem, "The Tropics"
