“The beauty of Taiwan in Emily Dickinson's style”

There is a hush upon the hills—  
A tangerine repose—  
The tea leaves tremble faint as lace  
Where Bamboo breezes close—  
  
The Temple roofs like Phoenix wings  
Reside in blushing gold—  
And Lanterns, flitting in the dusk,  
Confide their hopes untold—  
  
The slender call of Formosan birds—  
Exquisite, shy, and free—  
Sways in the silent eye of dawn  
Above the pebbled sea—  
  
A whisper in the mountain mist—  
Of Betel palms—arrayed—  
And taro fields, whose luster lies  
Where gentle evenings fade—  
  
I never saw the magic spun  
That binds each isle and tree—  
Yet in the hush—Taiwan—the Sun  
Doth send her grace to me.

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