Faintingly rocked within a lonesome cove,
Of some rich island where the Indian dwells;
Below, the water’s pure-white light
Took colour from reflected blooms,
And, through the forest’s deepening glooms,
Birds of illuminated plumes
Came out like stars in summer night:
And close beside, all fearless and serene,
Within a niche of drooping green,
A girl, with limbs fine-rounded and clear-brown,