Is lost Abyeda's wretched form display'd,
Abyeda, once, among the vocal throng,
The theme and mistress of each rural song:
Once the blithe leader of each festive scene,
That woke the music of the joyous green.
Never did such a nymph her brightness lave
Within Formosa's deep, translucent wave.
O'er her smooth form grace threw her waving line,
And beauty wandered in the rich design.
Unrivall'd long had liv'd the happy maid;