Now the noon,
Wearied with sultry toil, declines and falls,
Into the mellow eve:--the west puts on
Her gorgeous beauties--palaces and halls,
And towers, all carv'd of the unstable cloud,
Welcome the calmly waning monarch--he
Sinks gently midst that glorious canopy
Down on his couch of rest--even like a proud
King of the Earth--the ocean.
- Sir John Bowring.
Arthurs Town, Cat Island, The Bahamas.