O salt-laden land, with your rocks and your thatch trees,How oft have I toiled through your tropical wildernessThough only returning to jaws of Charybdis --Ephemeral structure, culicidal, chiggeral --Despite protestation.
O land of the palm and the bush odoriferous,O home of the sand-fly, and genus anopheles,Full oft did you haunt me in fever malarial --Shapes pallid, Walterian, grinning, rapacious --All horrible phantoms.
O Islands of Caicos -- the last of created things --With water bacterial, foetid, mephitical;Eroding the desert with vapours Avernian:And yet I escaped from a death choleräical,O marvellous Islands!
