OTHERS have divers paints and enamels, Lavish and bright on breast and wing feathers: You, Guatemalan, have sunken all colours Into glory of greenness! There may be palms as greenly resplendent, Palms by the Fountain of Youth in Anahuac Such greens there may be on sea-sunken bronzes The Gates of Callao! There may be words in rituals spoken To Quetzalcoatl who makes verdure through rain-flow Words like the gash made by knives of obsidian To tell of such greenness!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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