And swallow’d the oysters that lay within reach.
Then traversed in haste the Savanna so wide,
Till I found the tall pine where you usually hide.
[p18]
Then I scamper’d away o’er the Indigo fields,
Soon pass’d the old maple, (what sugar it yields!)
I travell’d along to the cabbage-palm quay,
Turn’d short by the far-spreading tall tulip tree.
Through forest and plain, and through dark dismal swamp,
And lighted alone by the firefly’s lamp,
Which, fluttering around me, now here and now there,