Deck’d with all that youth and beauty
E’er bestow’d on sable maid,
Gathering bloom her fragrant duty,
Down the lime-walk Zoè stray’d.
Many a logwood brake was ringing
With the chicka-chinky’s cry;
Many a mock-bird loudly singing
Bless’d the groves with melody.
Fly-birds, on whose plumage showers
Nature’s hand her wealth profuse,