Treasure Island

Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Bird Sanctuary


Between the cliff-rise and the beach
A slip of emerald I own;
With fig and olive, almond, peach,
cherry and plum-tree overgrown;
Glad-watered by a crystal spring
That carols through the silver night,
And populous with birds who sing
Gay madrigals for my delight.

Some merchants fain would buy my land
To build a stately pleasure dome.
Poor fools! they cannot understand
how pricelessly it is my home!
So luminous with living wings,
So musical with feathered joy . . .
Not for all pleasure fortune brings,
Would I such ecstasy destroy.

A thousand birds are in my grove,
Melodious from morn to night;
My fruit trees are their treasure trove,
Their happiness is my delight.
And through the sweet and shining days
They know their lover and their friend;
So I will shield in peace and praise
My innocents unto the end.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Danuta Glendenning (3/23/2007 6:04:00 PM)

    There is such foresight in this poet. Today we fight to keep some pieces of natural land in tact, then, nobody anticipated the ruination of our planed through greed. (Report) Reply

  • Danuta Glendenning (3/23/2007 6:03:00 PM)

    There is such foresight in this poet. Who could then know that greed and over development would destroy all, but some, of our natural heritage places? ! (Report) Reply

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