UP from the navel of the world,
by Padraic Colum
Where Cuzco has her founts of fire,
The passer of the Gulf he comes.
He lives in air, a bird of fire,
Charted by flowers still he comes
Through spaces that are half the world.
With glows of suns and seas he comes;
A life within our shadowed world
That's bloom, and gem, and kiss of fire!