Of the tropic sun, bringing, ere evening,
Strange night upon some Indian vale;—thus were
Phantoms diffused around; and some did fling
Shadows of shadows, yet unlike themselves,
Behind them; some like eaglets on the wing
Were lost in the white day; others like elves
Danced in a thousand unimagined shapes
Upon the sunny streams and grassy shelves;
And others sate chattering shrill like restless apes
On vulgar hands, * * * * *