"Its suns—"
"Are bright as the eyes of a dove in the moon of buds."
"Its winds—"
"Soft and balm-scented as the breath of a young maiden."
"I should like to live in thy cabin, to range uncontrolled through thy green glades, and to listen in dreaming repose to the music of thy merry waterfalls."
"Ah, no doubt thou wouldst, but dost thou think I would permit thee?" replied she, who was once a stranger in the land, but was a stranger no longer.
"Knowest thou not that we are sisters?" asked the dark Genius timidly.
"Nay, I knew it not," replied the other.
"We are, and so thou didst say when thou camest in the white cloud, and I gave thee hills, and mountains, and rivers, and lakes, and glades, and a part of the sea."
"The more fool thou, for admitting one to wrest from thee thy fair possessions."