From “Twasinta’s Seminoles” (Canto III, XXXII)

Hail Florida! ye palmy forests hail!
Hail densest pines and fields of endless bloom!
’Twas sweet, I ween, in Apalachi’s vale,
To wander forth in the deep foliage gloom,
Where the wide air was scarce of breathing room,—
To see the soft bananas drooping thro’,
And the great dusky yellow orange loom
Mid languid leaves: Thus as the aspect grew
From change to change, the eye did fresh delights pursue.