Herman Melville,
Typee — Chapter 20
“ The damsels wear nothing but flowers and their compendious gala tunics; and when they plume themselves for the dance, they look like a band of olive-coloured Sylphides on the point of taking wing. In good sooth, they so sway their floating forms, arch their necks, toss aloft their naked arms, and glide, and swim, and whirl, that it was almost too much for a quiet, sober-minded, modest young man like myself.Unless some particular festivity was going forward, the inmates of Marheyo's house retired to their mats rather early in the evening ”
