ah, thou ancient nest!
thou dark & beaming nest
planted by the river-side
near thine old Iroko tree
lofty, calm with ever fresh confident
who wove thine primal tread?
who crafted thine sole resolve?
what artist cast thine golden laughter?
methinks some weird minstrels
with young elegant maidens
softy hired of golden black hairs
mingling with their rural drums
amid hunters wild & fierce looking
roved amid thine mid-night rites.
(to be continued)