From azure fairer than its mother sky

Clouded with dazzling whitenesses of foam.

Luck to their fishing:

Now, fair and remote

A scattered emerald from a broken chain

Lying below the bending breast of heaven,

The village had awakened,—once again

Serene Kambara, island of the south,

Exhaled its light upon the light of heaven.

The verdure seemed to shine with lucent green,

The red hibiscus burned with inward flame,

And in the village happy song and shout

Proclaimed the day was fair. Blue upon blue

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The bright waves glittered like a shattered star

Set in the silver crescent of the sand.

The palm trees' plume uplifted dauntlessly

To call the morning. At the forest's brim

The day was made alive by human flowers,

Sweet maidens who against the emerald

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