Its position was most insalubrious, for the marshy swamps commenced at the very base of hills, and thus as it were encircled the savannahs with a belt of miasma.

While fleeing down "the long savannahs of the blue," the poet hears a Voice say: "Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me.

It recalls our savannahs of North Americaexcept that these are a little marshy.