Cicely Fox Smith

The Island

Great ports and swarming cities
      There be by all the seas,
With shipping in their harbours
      And bales upon the quays;
But I'd leave them all behind me
      To cruise the wide world round,
And maybe find an island
(A lost and lonely island!)
      That no one else has found.

If East or West I know not,
      If  North or South the Line,
Ringed round with whispering palm-trees,
      Or crowned with singing pine;
But in some unsailed ocean
      I know must surely be
An undiscovered island
(A sweet and secret island!)
      That waits for none but me!