Man with Girl

The sun above the desert sands
Burns a full orb of gold,
Cold daylight falls upon our streets,
Townsmen no Sun behold.

Shy antelopes and tufted trees
Move by eve's shining pools;
White faces streaming in dark streets
Our wind of sunset cools.

The tall giraffe, the moon's bright horn,
The shining waterfall
I saw in the bright-limbed animal
I danced with in the hall.