How the sea of glass mirrors but the night,
Upon distant shores, silhouettes gleaming.
What stars surround thee, oh maiden bright?
What mount rising o’er Atlantic teeming.
Proudly this jewel unfurls at summertime
Crowds flock at sunset, ripe colors increase,
Alluring eyes and samba steps art prime,
Drums beating as inhibitions decease:
This lavish end tis but a paradise,
Where chances and visions art passion’d fruit,
And summer’s pleasures taste of vivid spice,
That, love enjoyed, plays the exotic flute;
And, lifts the spirits, two souls resolute
To Rio’s shore return; no substitute.