Classic Poem

These things I know: there is a lazy square
And a cathedral huger than a hill —
Massive and spacious, opulent and still —
With Saint Edita smiling downward where
A poet lies among the shadows there.
Beyond a bridge that spans a shallow rill
Are almond trees; and then white crosses fill
A cemetery mounting like a stair.

Past the cathedral lags a narrow street
Where stands a haunted house — and then, the sea!
With tamarinds that tower near the shore.
South is an Indian village. There are sweet
Strange fruits and flowers, vivid and dear to me.
Had I been there, I could not love it more!