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THE CARIB SEA Europe's soft mesh, and holds right well

The Afric sheen, in one dark torrent fell.

Fi, Angélique! we heard them scream,—

What, could that child, in twice her years,

Change to their like from this fair dream!

Fi donc!—But she, as one who hears

And cares not, at her leisure nears

The pool, and toward her mates at play

Plunges,—and laughter filled our ears

As from La Source we turned away

And rode again into the glare of day. 158