O Wanderer in the southern weather,
  Our isle awaits us; on each lea
The pea-hens dance; in crimson feather
  A parrot swaying on a tree
  Rages at his own image in the enamelled sea.

There dreamy Time lets fall his sickle
  And Life the sandals of her fleetness,
And sleek young Joy is no more fickle,
  And Love is kindly and...