Woo'd many a dusky maid,
Who charm'd, perhaps, not less because
In Nature's garb array'd.
"And warm and bright as southern night,
When all is stars and dew,
Was that dark girl, who, to the banks,
Where lay her light canoe,
Lured Ronald's footsteps, day by day,
What time the sun withdrew.
"Far down the stream she dwelt, 'twould seem,