The Cuban Pirate

Buccaneer in gemmed attire —
Ruby, amber, emerald, jet —
Darkling, sparkling dot of fire,
Still on plunder are you set?

Summer is your sea, and there
The flowers afloat you board and ravage,
Yourself a thing more dazzling fair —
Tiny, plumed, bejewelled Savage!

Midget! yet in passion a fell
Furioso, Creoles tell.
Wing'd are you Cupid in disguise
You flying spark of Paradise?