This one of my favorite "floral" Twain passages. Read it slowly, savor it as you go, and let it sink into your mind's palate as you would a good wine. Then if you care to, memorize it and it will always refresh you again and again. Rick Talbot On Hawaii: "For me its balmy airs are always blowing, its summer seas flashing in the sun; the pulsing of its surf is in my ear; I can see its garlanded crags, its leaping cascades, its plumy palms drowsing by the shore, its remote summits floating like islands above the cloud-rack; I can feel the spirit of its woody solitudes, I hear the plashing of the brooks; in my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago." - Mark Twain, a Biography.