A Sea Of Foliage Girds Our Garden Round, But Not A Sea Of Dull Unvaried Green, Sharp Contrasts Of All Colours Here Are Seen; The Light-Green Graceful Tamarinds Abound Amid The Mangoe Clumps Of Green Profound, And Palms Arise, Like Pillars Gray, Between; And O'Er The Quiet Pools The Seemuls Lean, Red,--Red, And Startling Like A Trumpet'S Sound. But Nothing Can Be Lovelier Than The Ranges Of Bamboos To The Eastward, When The Moon Looks Through Their Gaps, And The White Lotus Changes Into A Cup Of Silver. One Might Swoon Drunken With Beauty Then, Or Gaze And Gaze On A Primeval Eden, In Amaze.