The Semliki

Drowsy with sun, the mighty plain

Lies dreaming of old days,

Wondering when will come again

Along the ancient ways

The lordly tuskers and their train,

The thousand herds to graze.

Old sluggard giant, unaware

That wire clinging from tree to tree-

Cecil Fohn

That sibyl singing in the air-

Is death to your large liberty!

Old giant, drugged with sleep and sun,

Ignorant that you are undone!