SCENE:— A Utopian Palm Grove in the gardens of King Paramount's Palace, showing a picturesque and tropical landscape, with the sea in the distance. Salata, Melene, Phylla, and other Maidens
discovered, lying lazily about the stage and thoroughly enjoying themselves in lotos-eating fashion.
Chorus.
In lazy languor — motionless,
We lie and dream of nothingness;
For visions come
From Poppydom
Direct at our command:
Or, delicate alternative,
In open idleness we live,
With lyre and lute
And silver flute,
The life of Lazyland.
In lazy languor — motionless,
We lie and dream of nothingness;
Phylla.
The song of birds
In ivied towers;
The rippling play
Of waterway;
The lowing herds;
The breath of flowers;
The languid loves
Of turtle doves —
Chorus.
The song of birds
In ivied towers;
The rippling play
Of waterway;
Phylla.
The lowing herds;
The breath of flowers;
The languid loves
Of turtle doves —
Chorus.
These simply joys are all at hand
Upon thy shores, O Lazyland!
O Lazyland! O Lazyland!
O Lazyland!