Classic Poem

In the hot gold sunlight,
Brown girl, brown girl,
You smile;
And in your great eyes,
Very gold, very bright,
I see little bells,
Shaking so lazily,
(Oh! small they are)
I hear the bells.


But at fawn dusk
Brown girl, brown girl,
I see no smile,
I hear no bells.
Your great eyes
Are quiet pools;
They have been drinking, drinking,
All the day,
The hot gold of sunlight.
Your eyes spill sunlight
Over the dusk
Close your eyes,
I hear nothing but the beating of my heart.