Toto-Africa sets the tone
The curtin drawn, his eyes begun to wink,
Being blinded with a greater light:
Whether it is that she reflects so bright, that dazzleth them,
But blindly they are, and keeps him enclosed.
Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheathed their light,
And canopied in darkness sweetly lay,
Till they might open to adorn the day.
Her hair, like golden threads, play'd with her breath,
Her coral lips, her snow white dimpled chin,
A pair of maiden worlds unconquered.
His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye,
Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears.