To rouse in new-deck’d cloak of shining gold
A waking world far o’er the ocean’s wave.
Maremna sleeps,
Close cushion’d in the heather’s warm embrace;
The rose-red sunset plays around her form—
A graceful, girlish figure, lithe and fair,
Small, slim, yet firmly knit with Nature’s power—
Unfetter’d Nature! which will not be bound
By Fashion’s prison rules and cultur’d laws.
Maremna sleeps.