Camped on a tropic riverside,One day he missed his loving bride.She had, the guide informed him later,Been eaten by an alligator.Professor Twist could not but smile."You mean," he said, "a crocodile."
Midwinter Spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
Under the tropic is our language spoke,And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.Edmund Waller
Beside The grim old sea-king sits his bride, A sun-land blossom, rudely torn From tropic forests to be worn Above as stern a breast as e'er Stood king at sea or anywhere.joaquin miller