Along the winding shore,
And the isle where willows grey
Girdle her waist with the belt of Eve,
In leafage of oval shape,
And palely disappears.[2]
[2] La nymphe blanche
Qui coule à pleines hanches,
Le long du rivage arrondi
Et de l’île où les saules grisâtres
Mettent à ses flancs la ceinture d’Ève,