A dark Indian maiden

A dark Indian maiden,

Warbling in the bloom'd liana,

Stepping lightly flower-laden,

By the crimson-eyed anana,

Wantoning in orange groves

Naked, and dark-limb'd, and gay,

Bathing in the slumbrous coves,

In the cocoa-shadow'd coves,

Of sunbright Xaraguay,

Who was so happy as Anacaona,

The beauty of Espagnola,

The golden flower of Hayti?