Following her wild carol

Following her wild carol

She led them down the pleasant places,

For they were kingly in apparel,

Loftily stepping with fair faces.

But never more upon the shore

Dancing at the break of day,

In the deep wood no more, --

By the deep sea no more, --

No more in Xaraguay

Wander'd happy Anacaona,

The beauty of Espagnola,

The golden flower of Hayti!