And merrily forth they flare!
Sun-music in the air!
So Yillah now rises and flashes!
Rays shooting from ont her long lashes,--
Sun-music in the air!

Her laugh! How it bounds!
Bright cascade of sounds!
Peal after peal, and ringing afar,--
Ringing of waters, that silvery jar,
From basin to basin fast falling!
Fast falling, and shining, and streaming:--
Yillah's bosom, the soft, heaving lake,
Where her laughs at last dimple, and flake!

Oh beautiful Yillah! Thy step so free!--
Fast fly the sea-ripples,
Revealing their dimples,
When forth, thou hi'st to the frolicsome sea!

All the stars laugh,
When upward she looks:
All the trees chat
In their woody nooks:
All the brooks sing;
All the caves ring;
All the buds blossom;
All the boughs bound;
All the birds carol;
And leaves turn round,