A sea of foliage girds our garden round, <br />But not a sea of dull unvaried green, <br />Sharp contrasts of all colors here are seen; <br />The light-green graceful tamarinds abound <br />Amid the mango clumps of green profound, <br />And palms arise, like pillars gray, between; <br />And o'er the quiet pools the seemuls lean, <br />Red-red, and startling like a trumpet's sound. <br />But nothing can be lovelier than the ranges <br />Of bamboos to the eastward, when the moon <br />Looks through their gaps, and the white lotus changes <br />Into a cup of silver. One might swoon <br />Drunken with beauty then, or gaze and gaze <br />On a primeval Eden, in amaze.<br /><br />Toru Dutt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-81/
