Maiden, crowned with glossy blackness,
  Lithe as panther forest-roaming,
Long-armed naiad, when she dances
  On a stream of ether floating, --
    Bright, O bright Fedalma!

Form all curves like softness drifted,
  Wave-kissed marble roundly dimpling,
Far-off music slowly wingèd,
  Gently rising, gently sinking, --
    Bright, O bright Fedalma!

Pure as rain-tear on a rose-leaf,
  Cloud high-born in noonday spotless
Sudden perfect as the dew-bead,
  Gem of earth and sky begotten, --
    Bright, O bright Fedalma!

Beauty has no mortal father,
  Holy light her form engendered,
Out of tremor, yearning, gladness,
  Presage sweet, and joy remembered, --
    Child of light, Fedalma!