Buccaneer in gemmed attire -- Ruby, amber, emerald, jet -- Darkling, sparkling dot of fire, Still on plunder are you set? Summer is your sea, and there The flowers afloat you board and ravage, Yourself a thing more dazzling fair -- Tiny, plumed, bejewelled Savage! Midget! yet in passion a fell Furioso, Creoles tell. Wing'd are you Cupid in disguise You flying spark of Paradise? |