Djabal, when first I saw you ... (by our porch
You leant, and pressed the tinkling veil away,
And one fringe fell behind your neck—I see!)
... I knew you were not human, for I said
"This dim secluded house where the sea beats
Is heaven to me—my people's huts are hell
To them; this august form will follow me,
Mix with the waves his voice will,—I have him;
And they, the Prefect! Oh, my happiness
Rounds to the full whether I choose or no!