I see you as the princess of an isle
Whose jungles are replete with beasts of prey,
And whose vast forests ever are alive
With cries and frolickings of birds and apes;
Whose villages of bamboo huts are full
Of dusky-hued and happy naked people.
Your simple hearted subjects pay you homage;
Prostrated in the dust, they weirdly chant
Thy praises, even as in my own way,
I sing your praises, sweet, exotic princess.