Treasure Island

Louisa Stuart Costello

(1799-1870 / France)

Poems of Louisa Stuart Costello

41. To my Mother 1/1/2004

The Inca

'Tis eve, the sun is sinking in the lake—

The lake, all glorious with his golden beams,

Whose calm clear breast reflects the mountains back

That raise their huge heads to the varied clouds.

The trees and flowers that grow along its banks

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