A Sea of Foliage Girds our Garden round by Toru Dutt

A sea of foliage girds our garden round,

    But not a sea of dull unvaried green,

    Sharp contrasts of all colors here are seen;

The light-green graceful tamarinds abound

Amid the mango clumps of green profound,

    And palms arise, like pillars gray, between;

    And o'er the quiet pools the seemuls lean,

Red-red, and startling like a trumpet's sound.

But nothing can be lovelier than the ranges

    Of bamboos to the eastward, when the moon

Looks through their gaps, and the white lotus changes

    Into a cup of silver. One might swoon

      Drunken with beauty then, or gaze and gaze

      On a primeval Eden, in amaze.