Here you will find the Poem Atoll of poet Robert William Service
The woes of men beyond my ken Mean nothing more to me. Behold my world, and Eden hurled From Heaven to the Sea; A jeweled 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 pass 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.