When I was but thirteen or so
  I went into a golden land,
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
  Took me by the hand.
  
My father died, my brother too,
  They passed like fleeting dreams,
I stood where Popocatapetl
  In the sunlight gleams.
  
I dimly heard the master's voice
  And boys far-off at play, --
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
  Had stolen me away.
  
I walked in a great golden dream
  To and fro from school -- 
Shining Popocatapetl
  The dusty streets did rule.
  
I walked home with a gold dark boy
  And never a word I'd say,
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi
  Had taken my speech away.
  
I gazed entranced upon his face
  Fairer than any flower -- 
O shining Popocatapetl
  It was thy magic hour:
  
The houses, people, traffic seemed
  Thin fading dreams by day;
Chimborazo, Cotopaxi,
  They had stolen my soul away!