Robert William Service - Atoll lyrics

The woes of men beyond my ken Mean nothing more to me. Behold my world, and Eden hurled From Heaven to the Sea; A j**eled home, in fending foam Tempestuously tossed; A virgin isle none dare defile, Far-flung, forgotten, lost. And here I dwell, where none may tell Me tales of mortal strife; Let millions die, immune am I, And radiant with life. No echo comes of evil drums, To vex my dawns divine; Aloof, alone I hold my throne, And Majesty is mine. Ghost ships pa** by, and glad am I They make no sign to me. The green corn springs, the gilt vine clings, The net is in the sea. My paradise around me lies, Remote from wrath and wrong; My isle is clean, unsought, unseen, And innocent with song. Here let me dwell in beauty's spell, As tranquil as a tree; Here let me bide, where wind and tide Bourdon that I am free; Here let me know from human woe The rapture of release: The rich caress of Loveliness, The plenitude of Peace.