From Indian isles thou com'st, with summer's car,
Twilight thy love—thy guide her beaming star!
Anna Maria Jones's literary career began in Calcutta, where she moved with
her husband, the philologist and author Sir William Jones, a pioneer in
comparative linguistics.While in India, she wrote poems and letters and con-
ducted botanical research, recording her discoveries in sketches and water-
colors. Illness forced her return to England shortly after publishing, in
Calcutta, a volume of poems. She edited The Works of Sir William Jones (1799)
and gathered materials for John Shore, Lord Teignmouth's memoir of her
I saw her in the fleeting wind,
I heard her on the sounding shore;
The fairy nymph of shadowy kind,
That oft derides the winter's roar:
I heard her lash from rock to rock,
With shrill repeating solemn shock;
I met her in the twilight's shade
As flitting o'er my pensive glade;
O'er yonder tepid lake she flew,
Her mantle gemmed with silver dew;
The bursting note swept through the sky
As the young valleys passed the sigh:
In accents varied as the passions change,
The nymph, wild Echo, sweeps the hallow range.
Thou lovely sorceress of the witching night,
Whose paly charms through sombre regions glide;
Lured by the softness of thy silver light,
The Muse pathetic glows with conscious pride.
On the gemmed margin of the lustrous flood,
Whose ripling waters glide so sweetly by;
Oft have I listening to its murmurs stood,
Traced thy pure ray, and winged a lonely sigh!
For Thou, chaste Cynthia, o'er my gentle soul,
Shed'st the mild beam of contemplation's sway;