There forests frown in midnight majesty;
Ceiba, and Indian fig, and plane sublime,
Nature’s first-born, and reverenced by time!
There sits the bird that speaks! there quivering rise
Wings that reflect the glow of evening skies!
Half bird, half fly, the fairy king of flowers,
Reigns there, and revels through the fragrant bowers;
Gem full of life, and joy, and song divine,
Soon in the virgin’s graceful ear to shine.
The poet sung, if ancient Fame speaks truth,