i
now the sun goes down
into the valley
beyond the palms;
the broods will be returning.
soon the last cock will crow,
the last clay-pot be stowed,
and the fifth finger licked.
sheep and dogs and kids
beside the hearth
sleep beyond all reproach
ii
let fireflies By
in your eyes
by the playground sands
under a quarter of the moon.
iii
the sun has died again
in the dark valley
beyond our loves,
beyond the high-arched roots
of the demon-tree.
then it was your afternoon
and love was in your eyes.
now the sun has set:
the virgin moon is out again-
a most maidenly quartermoon.
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