And I kept sailing through the brook of dreams,
Beholding the reflections of the golden whims
On the divine ripples as they wave thru' in joy,
Intriguing my soul as a charming little boy.

I saw and into the yonder horizons of the hazel air,
As the sun danced with shadows upon the river layers,
My breathing silhouette pulled a gust of the calm Sundarbans,
And riveted the eyes deeper into the dense timberlands.

A shadow of the yellow beast was...